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Good enough: most of us unknowingly settle for it. But is it truly enough to survive a marriage?

Synopsis

Jenn, fifty-something and empty-nesting, feels like a donut: whole on the outside but missing the middle. The deafening sound of silence in the picture-perfect, oversized home she shares with a husband who does not see her makes the voices arguing in her head hard to ignore. One voice tells her to stay because safe and simple is good; another says leave so you can be the version of yourself not defined by others. The thought of ever after without happily feels like purgatory.

The chance discovery of her long-forgotten diaries unearths memories of a first love long buried, reminders that the most beautiful love is sometimes wasted on the young. Her words become a very real reminder of everything first love had been when she reconnects with Tripp in unexpected ways.

Long Enough to Love You by Kirsten Pursell follows Jenn – a courageous yet vulnerable protagonist – as she dissects and unpacks her marriage in an emotional journey to stay true to herself despite societal norms and middle-age stereotypes that would suggest otherwise.

Decision made, Jenn was ready to confront her husband about the fate of their marriage. But when unspeakable tragedy strikes and she finds herself learning of a family history she had no clue about, she begins to look at her decision on her relationship with her husband differently, and maybe even starts second guessing her decision. 


But then a trip down memory lane through her diary, reliving her first love, leaves her questioning everything and making her decision even harder. And then that first love, Tripp, is suddenly back in her life. Jenn finds herself contemplating fighting for a life that is safe and simple, or rediscovering herself without everything she’s known for the last 30 years of her life. 


Safe and simple, it’s pretty much what most of us are drawn to. It’s also what can make this story relatable to a lot of people. Even not having been through this exact situation, anyone who has ever been in a long-term relationship can relate to at least some of the thoughts and feelings Jenn experiences. Routines, comfort, safety - they all have a way of preoccupying you and hiding the fact that you have needs that are unmet. 


This one tugged at my heartstrings. I haven’t been in the situation that she was in, but I could feel the emotion through her words. It takes a lot of courage to come face to face with the realizations that Jenn had made about her marriage, her happiness, and her life. 


I went back and forth on understanding Jenn and being frustrated with her. On one hand she was making a tough decision on putting her happiness first, while also expressing what she needed from Mark and being willing to work on their marriage. But on the other hand I sometimes felt like she wasn’t willing to understand Mark in the way he processed emotions and expressed himself. For everything Mark did to show he was trying, she would recognize it for a second and then follow it up with a “but.”


I constantly felt torn about Jenn’s feelings and actions. But I think that goes to show the effectiveness of the writing in this book. Jenn was just as torn the whole time, constantly battling with herself about those same feelings and actions I was feeling towards her. So in some ways I was experiencing those feelings along with her. And I think that’s necessary in order to connect with the story that’s being told - to understand the difficulty of this situation, even if you’ve never experienced it yourself. 


Overall, this book was emotional and inspiring. I was rooting for Jenn and Mark, which is why I often felt so much frustration towards Jenn, despite her feelings being natural. But she was extremely conflicted, trying to fight for her marriage knowing it still wouldn’t bring her true happiness in the end. It was inspiring how she recognized the need to put herself first and do what it took to find true happiness for herself.

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Synopsis

Jenn, fifty-something and empty-nesting, feels like a donut: whole on the outside but missing the middle. The deafening sound of silence in the picture-perfect, oversized home she shares with a husband who does not see her makes the voices arguing in her head hard to ignore. One voice tells her to stay because safe and simple is good; another says leave so you can be the version of yourself not defined by others. The thought of ever after without happily feels like purgatory.

The chance discovery of her long-forgotten diaries unearths memories of a first love long buried, reminders that the most beautiful love is sometimes wasted on the young. Her words become a very real reminder of everything first love had been when she reconnects with Tripp in unexpected ways.

Long Enough to Love You by Kirsten Pursell follows Jenn – a courageous yet vulnerable protagonist – as she dissects and unpacks her marriage in an emotional journey to stay true to herself despite societal norms and middle-age stereotypes that would suggest otherwise.

On Opening Doors

I paused at the front door, not wanting to turn the handle, knowing I would be met by the sounds of silence. It was an empty feeling. One I had known was coming but did not want to confront. It was the reality my normally busy, bustling house was now empty, and the vacancy would never fully be filled again. That was the way it was supposed to be all along. If Mark and I did our job right as parents, our children would leave and make their own way in the world. We succeeded on that front, sending them off to college with the tools needed to navigate their own waters away from the safe harbor of home, far from my protective mom wings. Every part of me was truly beaming with pride knowing Max and Maya were doing what they were supposed to be doing. But it begged a bigger question: What was I supposed to be doing? I also knew on the other side of that door was a conversation waiting to happen that had been years in the making. It was the one where we had to figure out if we liked each other without the normal of the past quarter century. Were we capable of being together and happy as two? Or was it time to acquiesce to this part of our journey together ending? It was a hard conclusion to reach when there was no real explosive moment or event that triggered the desire to move on and be happy, perhaps even happier, in the ever after of KIRSTEN PURSELL 4 being an empty nest. The thoughts circulated in my head like a tornado, constantly churning. There was never a calm. After the tornado passed through and the thoughts subsided and turned to gentle winds, the destruction had been unleashed. I couldn’t go back to before because the constant nagging question of what my happiness looked like lingered in the back of my mind. And, when it lingered, it was unresolved. Cleaning the wreckage caused by a tornado was a monumental task. You didn’t just sweep it away. You brought in bulldozers, backhoe loaders, and heavy equipment essential to clean up. Thatseemed simple compared to managing the damage spinning in my head. But I was resolved; I needed to believe I was more than a heap of trash after a storm. I saw my reflection in the door’s glass as I went to grab the handle. It was that of the woman I wanted to be staring back at me. She was confident, capable, fearless, and independent. I knew her once, and I wanted to be her again. I acknowledged her with a gentle smile, offering support for what wasto come. With my head playing outscenarios itclearly did not know the answer to, I took a deep breath and reached for the door handle, feeling simultaneously apprehensive and excited. I was ready to walk in and confront my future, the one I envisioned without Mark. I reached for the handle only to find the door yanked from my hand and Mark standing on the other side. “Jesus, Jenn, where’ve you been? I’ve been texting and calling, and you haven’t replied.” Mark was a hard man to read, but he didn’t get mad often and berating me was not usually his style. “What the hell, Mark? You stalking me?” My voice was unsteady, strangely defensive, and echoed loudly in the foyer of our home. Another reminder of the empty inside. He looked confused. “No. What?” Instead of me blindsiding him, he blindsided me. I looked LONG ENOUGH TO LOVE YOU 5 at him, wanting to hate him for taking my momentum away, sensing full well he had nothing to do with it. I wanted to reply that I waslost in my own head trying to figure out how to have this long-overdue conversation, but that quickly dissipated when I saw the expression on his face. It was not that of a man anticipating his world was about to come crashing down on him for reasons unknown, but rather the look of a man overcome by grief. It was a grief much deeper than that. And it scared me more than the conversation I thought we were going to have. “What’s wrong?” I asked, panicked something might have happened to one of our kids. “It’s your mom, Jenn,” he said somberly. “She’s gone.” “Gone where? What are you talking about?” I was confused, unable to fully process what I was hearing. The words did not make sense. From behind him I made out the shadow of a man. It was my dad. I hurried to be by his side. Grabbing him. Hugging him. In that moment, realizing the implication of the words. “Dad, why didn’t you call? I would have come to you.” He looked at me, confused. His thinning hair hadn’t been combed, his big blue eyes were bloodshot, and the buttons on his shirt misaligned adding to his disheveled look. He struggled to say his words as if trying to speak a foreign language. “I couldn’t figure out how to use the phone to call you. Your mom always did that. I didn’t have your number. But I could remember how to get here.” “Oh, Dad. That must have been such a long, hard drive.” “It’s alright. Nothing I can do for her now, anyways.” “But you called someone for her?” “I called 911. They got there and said she was gone. There was nothing they could do. Someone came, took her body. Carol came and offered to call you, but I said I would let you know.” KIRSTEN PURSELL 6 “Carol has my number, Dad.” “Oh. I suppose I should have let her call you then.” In that moment, he seemed so fragile and forlorn. “That’s okay. I’m glad you got here safely.” I gave him a long hug, holding back the tears I wanted to let flow freely. I did not want to cry tears for my mother. I knew those would still come. It would be a process. And I knew those moments would find me when I least expected them to. A reminder here. A picture there. These tears would be the ones which came with the realization my dad was alone without my mom and that he was mentally and, quite honestly, physically a fragment of the strong, gregarious man who had been the backbone of our family. My sadness quotient had doubled in a matter of minutes. My resolve to be strong for myself, to do right by me faded as this new curve ball was thrown in my direction. Even in this moment, I found myself annoyed by Mark thinking he just got off the hook again, avoiding a heavy conversation. There were times, many times, over the years where I had questioned staying. I would be the first to admit I chose safe and simple. Safe and simple meant not worrying about money. It meant being cared for in superficial ways. But it did not guarantee happy. Safe and simple did not ensure I would be seen for who I am. It just meant ninety percent would be satisfying with the other ten percent being up for grabs. Some would say ninety percent was amazing. I challenged that assumption. I chose a man who didn’t show me daily he loved me with words or affection, but he was honest, faithful, loyal, and dedicated to our family and dreams. He supported me when I LONG ENOUGH TO LOVE YOU 7 walked away from a career on the upward trajectory to be a stay-at-home mom. He let me be independent without checks and balances. I was able to overachieve just like the old days. Only this time it was through my involvement in the world of PTA, school, and youth sports. If anyone would have told me the next twenty years of my life would be over in a flash, I would have laughed. I was so busy in those moments I could not ever imagine them coming to an end. I lived in those moments, relished them, found peace and glory in them. Icreated two amazing human beings, and they did not disappoint. Of course, I am biased. I am supposed to be. Even if they weren’t perfect, I would profess to nothing less. That was my job as their mom. When my youngest started becoming less dependent on me, I found myself trying to imagine my life after she left. I was always an overachiever. I wondered what I could pour my energy into next. Writing, my passion, had been fleeting at best over the years. Maybe I would dust off the old notes, find the files buried somewhere on my computer of ideas I jotted down but never fully pursued over the years, and write that novel. I was beginning to find excitement in the idea of doing things I wanted to do again. It was going to be my turn to be the center of attention after giving all of mine to everyone else all those years. There was a chance I would be accused of being selfish or ungrateful if I suddenly shifted gears. I could count on some people to encourage me to pursue my passions, do what was best for me, find things which gave me joy independent of my role as a mom. But there would be detractors too. There were always those I told myself. Were they the bitter Betties of the world, too chicken to do something for themselves, too afraid of being alone, too dependent on the lifestyle they had? But, if I truly stood back and weighed the options of my KIRSTEN PURSELL 8 situation, I could understand them. Why rock the boat when you could do anything you wanted and still live your life comfortably? Those conversations with myself had become exceedingly loud voices in the last couple years. Now it felt like they were screaming at me. Somewhere in between those voices arguing pros and cons,contemplating what-ifs, it led me to addressthe elephant in the room. While I was anticipating the “what next” part of my life, I began to question what my happiness looked like. For so long, it had been defined by my family’s contentment. With them gone, the focus began to shift to me. And it occurred to me I deserved to be happy. And so did he. We both did. But would I be better off and happier when he was no longer my safety net? How do you know it’sthe right decision? So many times, I imagined just once he would do something so wrong that I could not forgive him. It would be so much easier. Having to deal with roller-coaster emotions predicated on nothing but an uneasy, unfulfilled feeling in my gut was exhausting. But safe and simple meant I would be the bad guy even if, in the end, it was for the greater good of all. Reluctantly, I had been grappling with how to own that, be confident with that, and move forward in the present knowing the future would be a big, fat unknown with zero guarantee what I felt had been missing or lacking would magically appear on the other side. I was fully aware that the grass was not always greener on the other side. But what if the grass wasn’t really that green on your side anyways? If the grass was already an off-shade of brown, did it matter if it was brown on the other side too? Every conversation I had planned and played out in my mind was suddenly buried in the realization that my mom had just LONG ENOUGH TO LOVE YOU 9 died. It was unexpected. She had been a healthy eighty-yearold woman. It might sound like an oxymoron. But she still walked with her friends daily. She did her Jazzercize class at the senior center several times a week. She played bridge. Her mind was sharp and her body still agile. Her heart, however, had a different story. While she went quickly, it saddened me to think of Dad finding her. And then wondering how he kept himself composed enough to make the call to 911. He would get in his car and drive several hours to tell me. How? There were so many thoughts running through my mind simultaneously. I watched as Dad fiddled around in his pockets like he was looking for something. “What are you looking for, Dad?” I asked. “My keys,” he said absently. “I need to get back and take care of things.” That was my dad: Always taking care of things. “Dad, stay here tonight and I’ll go back with you tomorrow. That way we can take care of things together.” He paused and took consideration. I could see the relief come over him. Nodding, he went to the couch, sat down, and began to cry. I walked over to him, grabbing the tissues from the table as I walked by. I had never seen my dad break down before. He was always strong and in control. In that moment, my tears began to flow uncontrollably too. As I sobbed, I found myself wondering if the crying had several meanings: losing my mom, seeing my dad vulnerable, or realizing I had put off a conversation I felt I was ready to have but would now be delayed indefinitely. It was a perfect storm of emotions. The reality was it was a combination of all three, each with their own deeper meaning, all needing to be addressed. Just maybe not in the order I thought or hoped.

Kirsten Pursell
Kirsten Pursell shared an update on Long Enough to Love Youabout 2 years ago
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So excited to be officially launching my fourth book, Long Enough to Love You, on February 20th. Reviews have been positive so far! This book is about second chances at life and love in an intimate portrayal of one woman's journey to be true to herself.

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Kirsten PursellThis is such a beautiful review, Jessica. Thank you for reading and give it five stars!
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About the author

Award winning author of Long Enough to Love You and On Becoming Me: Memoir of an 80's Teenager (2021). Her memoir has been #1 on Amazon's women's biographies & memoirs. Other books are the romance Harvard and the novella Company Clown. Her books have been downloaded over 15,000 times since 2022. view profile

Published on February 09, 2023

70000 words

Contains mild explicit content ⚠️

Genre:Contemporary Romance

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