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

what I’d been trying not to admit.

To him, Buster wasn’t family.

Buster was my hobby.

Buster was my responsibility. My “thing.”

Like everything else in this house that required attention, care, and follow-through.

I stared at Dave and felt something inside me go very still.

“Do you know what’s wild?” I said. “If it had been your truck—if I’d forgotten to continue reading …