Most committed, monogamous relationships are good for a week or six months, or if you're really lucky six years. I use explicit language in the book, in a literary context, but using that language out of context can be disheartening to me. But no, there was absolutely zero shit factor. By the end of the book, A-Man is history, and leveled Bentley is left to sort out her altered body, desires and devotions. I started reading about it But there was zero bad about it.
She knew George Balanchine and co-wrote Suzanne Farrell's autobiography, and she can delicately describe the agony of toeshoes and the psychological rigors of the barre.
She then sits back and luxuriates in her chronicle of her post-marriage sexual experimentation. You write about moving through pain to pleasure. I didn't want the same kind of heartbreak again.