I needed to believe that people could change—not for him, but for me. If I did not believe that he could change, how could I expect people to think that I could? Eventually, I told myself, he would come clean. He would get sober. I would get out, and we would have our happily ever after as two changed people. I believed this with the certainty of a wrong answer inked into a crossword, a truth that fits until suddenly it doesn’
