Quietly, I tapped on the door and said softly, "Donnie, open this door...open it now." When there was no response, I knocked a little more loudly and said, "Donnie, open up." I felt a sudden bad feeling about what foolishness my husband might do to himself, but was relieved to hear someone shifting on the bed and then the muted sound of footsteps.

"Fuck off, Sonya. I can't bear the sight of you tonight. Go sleep on the fucking couch or leave and go find one of your sick johns to fuck." I shook my head, feeling both love and frustration for my husband. I perceived that his hostility was...