This portrait of a marriage hitting a rough patch is a stressful read. Silveira’s narrator rings so true that I thought for a long time this was creative nonfiction:

After marriage in our mid twenties, Henry focused on his career as a financial advisor, constantly searching for bigger and better things. Better pay, bigger office, prettier assistants. More schmoozing, more overtime, more overnight work trips. My unexpected loneliness turned into hunger—a hunger for whatever I could control: whittling down my body, maintaining a pristine house, feeding Henry delicious meals, throwing impressive dinner parties. Being the ultimate wife.