My husband did come home to me. He had missed me badly. He was all over me. It was like a honeymoon again. I told myself that he is unpredictable. He likes springing on surprises. When you feel no more love, then he comes with an unusual show of love. He came back to lavish his love, doting, on me. I remember when his mom came to check on us. I gave her a rousing welcome only for her to hush me. Looking at me with disdain, "You are shameless, instead of you burying your head in deep shame, you are laughing, putting on nice clothing instead of mourning. Those...