Vivian Hart

This is not a book about leaving your husband. It’s not about tearing your life apart, or chasing youth, or trying to live somebody else’s story. This is about you. Whoever you are, wherever you are, however your life looks right now. Married, divorced, widowed, single. Children at home or children grown. A grandmother, a businesswoman, a carer, a neighbour, a friend. This is about the part of you that has gone quiet. The part that’s been told to wait its turn. The part that has been folded away under labels: wife, mother, daughter, grandmother. What I want to tell you is this: that part of you is not gone. It is waiting. And when you begin to live honestly — with yourself first — it changes everything. For some women, it might mean rediscovering desire inside their marriage. For others, it might mean daring to step into something new. For all of us, it means stopping the shrinking, the pretending, the apologising. Because life is not finished. Not at forty. Not at fifty. Not ever. Spring always comes.