After that night in which my husband got drunk and vomited in our bathroom, hitting his head and getting a deep wound that took a while to stop bleeding, our lives changed a lot, Mark was more time at home, we would go out to dinner just the two of us, taking long walks through New York afterwards, hugging each other, we loved each other in bed, with desire and passion, until my life changed since I fell into bed with a bad cold and could no longer breastfeed my son, since between the high fever he had and all the medication that our doctor prescribed me, I had to...