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

today, I am packing the last of my boxes.

Buster is sitting by the door. He’s groggy, but he’s watching me. He knows we are leaving. He doesn’t need an explanation; he feels the shift in the air.

I’m leaving because I’m tired of being the only adult in the room. I’m tired of the weaponized incompetence masked as “I’m just a laid-back guy.”

I would rather continue reading …