Everything is Perfect
"…is an edgy, poignant, and compelling tale of betrayals and gaslighting...a fine story of healing and of rediscovering self-confidence." - Kirkus Review
Seven years into her second marriage, Kate Nason discovered her husband was cheating on her. Then, the unimaginable happened. The national press core surrounded her home clamoring for details about his affair and quickly transformed Kate’s private heartbreak into public humiliation.
Nason’s memoir uncovers the little-known side of a well-known story, unveiling a cautionary tale about the ways we deceive ourselves when we allow ourselves to be deceived by those we love. Everything Is Perfect is an intimate look at the impacts of infidelity, the fallout of gaslighting, and a deep reveal of the silent wife at the press conference. Nason explores the roles women inhabit throughout their lives, how they carry trauma, and the lengths they’ll go to protect their children and save themselves. It is a fierce and often funny self-reckoning, a meditation on learning to trust one’s intuition, and a case study of how one woman undid a bad “I do.”
What People Are Saying about Everything is Perfect
Everything is perfect -What an incredible heartfelt book. Very few books hold my attention from the first paragraph. This author did an outstanding job. Reading how she managed to bring her world back into focus was amazing. She had the dignity and grace to protect her children and move forward not allowing anyone or anything to stand in her way. - lindib
So honest - Nason's book is so honest. I read each chapter twice - first for the story and then again for the emotion. Her writing takes you with her, even to the point of smashing dishes in the backyard in the rain. It's a package of joy, rage, pain and self affirming decisions. And yes, also love. - J. Armstromg
An Engrossing Memoir of Loss, Love, and Personal Growth - Kate Nason's visual prose kept me drawn into her story. I couldn't put it down. She pulled me into what seemed like a wonderful creative life with a vibrant family and a loving spouse. When that fantasy implodes, because of a national scandal, she writes a dignified narrative, free from exploitation. What follows is her path of painful self-discovery gaining perspective on her past and the wisdom to take her onto a fulfilling future. Her transparency, humility and honesty make the experience of reading the book resonant for anyone who has gone through heartbreak. - Anya D.
A story of courage and resilience - I chose to read this book because I remembered the scandal. It was so much more than the retelling of it.
This woman’s courage will inspire you. - H. Lopes
Remarkable book - Everything is not perfect in Kate Nason’s remarkable memoir. While many names have been changed to protect some bystanders and to not reveal the true nature of Ms. Nason’s husband’s (Charlie, a pseudonym) extramarital activities, the core story is completely true. The book, while clearly non-fiction, reads like a novel in voice, pacing, narrative, and point of view. Once I got into the story I could not put the book down. Bravo to Ms. Nason for telling all in such a captivating way. - S. Caplan
A powerful read - If hindsight were 20/20, we'd all spare ourselves a lot of unhappiness, but unfortunately, that's not the case for most of us. Kate Nason's memoir, Everything is Perfect, is an example of one woman's look at her life and the realization that our gut instincts should always be trusted. Everything is Perfect is a powerful read and testament to the fact that we are all stronger than we realize. - M. Morrill
An Ultimately uplifting tale of betrayal - I lived through the events described in this narrative and had no idea what I was in for with this title—I simply picked it up as someone interested in losing oneself within a marriage. What this story does so vividly is describe betrayal without painting caricatures of victims or perpetrators. A full-hearted exploration of a story you thought you knew. - LL Kirchner
Well written memoir Kate Nason writes a compelling memoir. She is unflinching in her review of her thoughts, decisions, and actions. She documents her arc of healing and growth with deep compassion. - M. Argard
So beautifully written -I knew this book was about a woman whose husband had an affair with a woman at the center of a national scandal and that it turned her and her family's life upside down. Amazingly, that all took a back seat to the way Kate tells her story. A story told in a calm and sometimes animated voice of loving her children, processing hurts and trauma, and carving out a life in Portland, Oregon. Once I started listening, I couldn't stop. I brought her with me as I made dinner, gardened, ran and sipped coffee. I already miss her and am wishing her well. -AB
Absolutely Captivating - Kate Nason’s memoir is beautifully written. She’s conveyed her experience dealing with her ex husband’s infidelity without a hint of self pity. It’s an incredible story, narrated by the author with grace and conviction. Well done! — Towner
EVERYTHING IS PERFECT - a memoir
Available on Audible
My Private Heartbreak Became a Public Scandal. Telling My Story Helped Me Reclaim It.
- an essay for Audible
EXCERPT:
THE SECRET IN THE SUBURBAN
The proof I wasn’t crazy came courtesy of a missing sock.
Another toddler sock gone. I imagined them everywhere: dotting the landscape, charting our movements through the city. Dropped from the height of Finn’s shoeless toes while I pushed him in his stroller like a child-king, through parks and parking lots, up and down the tree-lined streets of our gracious, and impossibly green, neighborhood.
The missing sock, mate to Finn’s favorite pair, was flocked with little yellow dump trucks. It provoked a mini sit-in as I dressed him for preschool that morning. Little arms folded across his chubby chest, feet flailing while I struggled to outfit his pudgy toes with red watermelons instead. “Dump-gucks! I want my dump-gucks!”
Later that morning, Finn at preschool, the hunt for his lost sock forced me out our front door into the—Dear God, will it ever stop—driving rain that is early spring in Portland, Oregon. I sprinted the short distance from our colonnaded front porch to the back seat of Charlie’s Suburban, that big gray whale of a thing he’d insisted we needed and promptly purchased when we moved up here from California. In a fluke, we’d traded cars that morning.
Drenched, and dripping, down on hands and knees, the torrential rain pounding on the roof sounded like a troupe of Taiko drummers. Aha! The sock!
And then there it was, right next to the sock, the thing I’d been praying for. Proof. Right there under Finn’s car seat, along with all those soggy, half-eaten Cheerios.
I ran the distance back to the house, flew through the door, teardrops and raindrops trailing me on hardwoods. I dashed through the living room and into the dining room, sprinted the length of the kitchen and skidded to a stop in the breakfast nook. I grabbed the yellow pages, scanned the Vs, picked up the phone and punched in the numbers.
“Victoria’s Secret, may I help you?”
“I hope so,” I said, voice catching in my throat. “I’ve got some tags here, they’re from your store. I need to know what they were attached to.”
“Pardon me, ma’am, but we’re swamped.”
“Please, I need to know. Now,” I pleaded…and then I lied. “I have a terrible spending problem, I’m in a shopaholic program. Next meeting is today at two. I’m supposed to keep a detailed list of all my purchases, you know, like a food diary for overeaters. Please!?”
I read the SKU numbers into the phone. “OK,” she sighed. “Hold on.”
I paced the length of the kitchen, into the dining room, and back, tethered by the white curlicue phone cord attached to the wall. I was grateful for the anchor. Weeks of confrontations and his endless denials spooled through my brain and, worse, his constant insistence that I was crazy, paranoid, that it was all in my head.
“Hello, ma’am, are you still there?” The sound of her voice plastered me to the wall.
“Yes, I’m here.”
“Lace bustier and matching panties, garters, and thigh-high lace stockings. All red, our Valentine collection.”
I slid, the whole broken heap of me, down that wall, puddled on the floor and wept.
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