I'm Sorry You Feel That Way: The Astonishing But True Story of a Daughter, Sister, Slut, Wife, Mother, and Friend to Man and Dog

I'm Sorry You Feel That Way: The Astonishing But True Story of a Daughter, Sister, Slut, Wife, Mother, and Friend to Man and Dog

Diana Joseph

Language: English

Pages: 132

ISBN: 2:00351840

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


An Entertainment Weekly "must"-"It's hard to recall another collection of essays, or a memoir, with more natural charm."

Surrounded by dysfunctional men-from her fourteen-year-old son to her high-maintenance boss-Diana Joseph did what she had to do: survive. I'm Sorry You Feel That Way is an honest, hilarious, and instantly recognizable memoir of a truly modern woman. Funny, fearless, and warmhearted, it is a portrait of a woman in all her endless complexities and contradictions, and of the people she has come to love in spite of-or rather because of-theirs.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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swatter until he let go. Or I’d use a rolled-up newspaper. Or the sandal he had recently made love to. My son was in fifth grade when I brought home the puppy. I wanted the two of them to love each other, but it was more like jealous sibling rivalry. Sometimes, the puppy ran into the boy’s room and snatched his socks or his favorite hooded sweatshirt or the really hard math homework the boy had just completed. Then the puppy ran under the dining room table to shred these things. Other times,

gonna burn the house down! I’ll obsess about whether or not I locked the door. Are you sure you locked it? Are you positive? Better go check. There could be a rapist hiding in the basement already! I’ll obsess about if that thump I heard while driving was me running over someone: an old man with a walker, a little kid on a tricycle, a bum and his GOD BLESS sign. You better go check! I’ll obsess about how I smell too strongly of perfume, putrid perfume, an especially loud and stinky kind I

finding him very irritating. Because he was asking me yet again. “Why can’t Louis sleep over?” “Because.” It was nothing personal against Louis, who seems like a nice enough kid, though once when he slept over, Louis ate three double-cheese grilled cheese sandwiches, then half an hour later, turned pale and clammy, sweaty and gut-rumbling. Around our house, Louis is known as The Shrieker because he occasionally releases strange, high-pitched, excited-sounding shrieks. Eeep! Eeep! Eeep! The

Robyn said she wasn’t sure, but she thought she might have to work on Saturday night. “Let me know,” Andrew said. Robyn told him she would let him know, then she glanced at me. We smiled at each other, tight-lipped smiles, and I understood that this girl might be cute as a pixie but she wasn’t stupid, and I knew Robyn the Waitress at The Wooden Nickel would be posing for Andrew on the twelfth of never, and it’s not just me. It’s him. Other girls feel it, too. Andrew Boyle is most definitely a

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