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

receive.

As if being alone is scarier than being abandoned while someone breathes next to you.

I didn’t respond.

I just closed the door.

That night, at 7:00 PM, my four alarms went off like a tiny marching band of vigilance.

I gave Buster his pill with shaking hands.

He swallowed and leaned his head against my leg.

And I thought: He trusts me because I prove continue reading …