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

put the pill in the dog’s throat myself. And if I have to do that, tell me, Dave: Why do I need you?”

He looked genuinely hurt. “I do so much around here! I mowed the lawn yesterday!”

“You don’t do things,” I told him. “You wait for orders. And tonight, your refusal to be an adult almost killed the only creature in this house that listens to me.”

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