THE NIGHT I STOPPED THE PILLS

After I lost our baby, Henry was so kind. I was grateful for every bit of support, but every time I tried to get better, everything came rushing back.

Medication after medication, and nothing worked. I blamed myself. I wanted to end it all because my sickness had held Henry back from so many opportunities. Still, he insisted on taking care of me.

Then came the night I deliberately skipped my medication. At midnight I heard noises, moans. I normally would have been deeply asleep by then, but that night I was awake. At first I thought the sounds were only in my head, until I followed them to the living room and found my loving husband and our neighbour fucking on the couch.

He told me I was hallucinating, even though she was standing right there. He said no one was in the house and that I needed sleep. Then he gave me the same drugs he always did to put me under.

But after that night everything slowly began to change. I stopped taking the medication, and I started seeing a completely different side of the man I had called my loving husband.