Dear Reader,

My mom liked the book. And before you go “well duh, of course your mom is going to like the book,” I talk shit about my mom in this book.

Nobody escapes the arrows in this book. Not my mom, not Vanessa’s mom, not even Luciana, and of course not me. The closest is Vanessa, but I explain why in the book.

My mom still liked the book after reading it. Most books about grief, everyone close to them is always perfect. They help out so much. They never make mistakes. The only people who get crapped on at all are usually people who have no stakes in getting ripped apart. Like insurance people or bystanders who nobody cares if you say crappy things about them.

That is just not how things work.

People are human. People mean well. People still suck. And acting like everyone is there for you and never messes up is not my experience. Just because people mean well doesn’t mean they don’t bring their own biases into how you are supposed to grieve.

My mom still liked the book. In fact, she gave me an even bigger compliment. She called it compelling. That was after reading about a huge fight I had with her.

That’s the type of book you are getting if you read this. I promise a certain form of honesty, and the book delivers on that.

Besitos,

Michael