The 7:00 PM Pill: When “Nice” Isn’t Enough to Stay Married

have called me again at 7:00 to make sure.”

“You should have called me again.”

Under the harsh glare of the motion-sensor porch light, the illusion of my “good marriage” shattered.

It wasn’t about the pill. It was about the fact that Dave viewed the safety of our family as solely my responsibility. To him, he was just a volunteer in his own life. If the continue reading …