I have one story so ridiculously unbearable that I have to write it. Choosing to keep herself anonymous, the narrator begins by telling of her college experience, including falling in love with Jed, a neighborhood friend since birth. The two are only ever apart when she is studying with her classmate and unlikely friend, Sammie, a rich born girl from the city, moving to a small town to be closer to family and develop ideas for her future. When Sammie and the narrator part Sophomore year, the love and relationship of Jed and the narrator only deepens in their time together - making them the "couple to be" in their small town. However, one phone call from Sammie after four years of not speaking changes everything. Sammie invited the narrator to move seven hours away and start a record company with her. Despite the risk of failure, the narrator quits her job at the local coffee shop and immediately accepts the offer with the agreement to go home to Jed every three weeks until she is able to work from home. As time passes, the distance ends up straining her relationship with Jed and she finds herself in bed with her coworker, Matt. As the guilt begins to set in, she swears this affair to be a one time deal. Unfortunately, living three weeks at a time fell into her hands much easier than expected. Addicted to companionship, she finds it impossible to leave both Jed and Matt, and as the love with both men grows the complexity of both relationships only increases. The only thing keeping her sanity is her budding career and fabulous friendship with Sammie. Three Weeks at a Time is not only a story of love and guilt, but a story of true friendship and luck. Every time she plans to end the relationships, a new twist stops her in her tracks. Three Weeks at a Time asks the reader a couple questions: What is stronger, love or guilt? and Can we stop any addiction before it's gone too far?