Te juro que estoy bien

All my life I've tried not to be like my mother. Nor like my father. I've built my character, my decisions, and even my quirks using what they were as a map, swearing that I wouldn't be like them. What if it turns out there's an invisible contract that makes me perpetuate the family history, albeit interpreting it in reverse? I've worked myself to the bone for my job, and at forty-two, I'm finally the marketing director of a hotel chain about to enter the ultra-luxury market with a resort in Fiji. I have a hellish schedule and zero desire to put up with family dramas… or marital ones. To avoid a second divorce, I suggested horseback riding lessons to my husband, but instead of regaining lost intimacy, I ended up with several broken vertebrae, many months of rehabilitation, and a return to work in Robocop mode, just in time to discover that my blonde archenemy wants my job and that the atmosphere among my bosses is more tense than my post-surgical corset. And here I am: exhausted, angry, and surrounded by people advising me to take care of myself. To stop. To forget that lifelong contract I signed without reading the fine print. But I don't know how to live without rushing… How do I get out of this mess?