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

I had betrayed him.

“Linda,” he said, voice soft, like he was approaching a hostage situation. “What are you doing?”

I didn’t invite him in. I didn’t step aside. I just stood in the doorway with my arms crossed like a locked gate.

“What I always do,” I said. “Handling the crisis.”

He looked past me into the room.

Buster lifted his head slightly, groggy.continue reading …