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I grew up in a house where a lot of really bad shit happened-and nobody talked about it. That was just how it was. Settling down and living my mother's life was never the plan. I wanted out. I just didn't know how. After one horrific relationship, I decided promiscuity felt safer. No expectations. No attachments. No one close enough to hurt me. It worked, until it didn't. The freedom I thought I was choosing slowly turned into a loneliness I didn't know how to name. Eventually, I joined the military because I didn't see another way out. That decision saved my life, but it didn't fix me. I just carried my baggage with me to new places, new people, new messes. This book lives in the years where nothing was clear yet. Before I had language for abuse. Before hindsight made anything make sense. It's about drinking, bad decisions, sex, and relationships that looked fine on the outside and were a disaster underneath. You don't know the shit you're in when you're in it. You call it love. You call it living. You call it normal. And because you're still standing, still laughing, still functioning, you assume you're fine. In Shit You Don't See, Rose Shackelford tells the truth about surviving what felt normal at the time and devastating in retrospect. This memoir isn't about blame, self-pity, or neat lessons. It's about hindsight and realizing that survival and wholeness are not the same thing. Somewhere along the way, without planning it, without chasing it, something different showed up. Not a fairytale. Not a fix. But a steadier kind of love and a life that finally felt livable. A true story.

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