′ "I DON′T LOVE YOU ANY MORE. I′M NOT SURE I EVER DID." His words came at me like a speeding fist, like a sucker punch, yet somehow in that moment I was able to duck. And once I recovered and composed myself, I managed to say, "I don′t buy it." Because I didn′t. He drew back in surprise. Apparently he′d expected me to burst into tears, to rage at him, to threaten him with a custody battle. Or beg him to change his mind ... I really wanted to fight. to rage. To cry. But I didn′t. Instead, a shroud of calm enveloped me ... You see, I′d recently committed to a non-negotiable understanding with myself. I′d committed to "The End of Suffering". I′d decided to take responsibility for my own happiness. And I mean all of it.′ When Laura Munson′s essay about how she dealt with this heartbreaking pronouncement from her husband of 20 years appeared in The New York Times it created a firestorm. The No.1 read, emailed and searched story of the day forced the Times to shut down their comments site. Readers sent it to their friends, therapists gave it to patients, ministers read it to congregations, women everywhere argued about it. Her website went from 4 readers to 4000 in a day, then 1500 a day a week later. This is the memoir that spawned the column. Raw, searingly honest, poignant, funny and often enraging, this powerful and timely story is the one book every woman should read this year.