About the book: 2021 / The only thing Cher and I achieved unanimously in our stupid marriage was the desire to get a divorce. He drove me crazy, and I tried to respond in kind. Thanks to him, my life turned into a real Mexican series: laughter, tears, hatred, love - life spun into a hurricane, in the whirlpool of which Cher, the main soloist of the song and dance ensemble of my mental balance, calmly breakdanced, skillfully swore, juggling oxytocin molecules, which he himself he worked it out in me, and in the meantime crucified the remnants of my patience. The question hanging over us was “will I be able to send him?” filled with leaden weight, transforming into a more prominent form: “how soon will I send him?” And my heart desperately believed in a happy ending. The text contains: romance, humor, from hatred to love, music and dancing