We celebrated his birthday per his wishes: He and his “friend” got their nipples pierced together.  While we three had martinis at our house, he leaned back and leered at us while she started playing with my hair. I felt so trapped. Later, they went to our bed together, while I stayed on the couch. The next day, as I cried my eyes out, he said I was “cool” and didn’t understand why I was so upset.

—Hershey

Aftermath: He told everybody I was mentally ill and making it all up. Fast forward to after the divorce: I don’t need anti-depressants anymore, and they’re engaged.

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