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

for too long. The water beat my skin like a punishment. I washed my hair twice, like I could scrub off the image of my dog seizing on my living room rug while my husband dozed ten feet away.

When I finally lay down, the silence was too big.

At home, the house always had noise—TV chatter, refrigerator hum, Dave’s phone videos, the thump of Buster’s tail.continue reading …