I Stopped Sleeping With My Husband. Then Something Unexpected Happened.
But every night, as I lay beside my husband’s steady breath, my heart raced. He slept, and I lay there wired. Angry at him for sleeping. Angry at myself for not. For years, I mistook the problem for a marital one when it was, first, a bodily one.
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