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

glow of the TV flickering over his face. An empty pizza box sat on the coffee table.

“Where’s Buster?” I asked, loud enough to wake him.

Dave blinked, groggy. “Oh, hey babe. Uh, he’s probably under the dining table. He was acting weird earlier.”

Acting weird.

My stomach dropped. I ran to the dining room. I found Buster wedged between the chair legs and continue reading …