After five years of marriage, I noticed a black mist growing on top of my husband's head. At first it looked like dust, then like dark clouds, and finally it was so thick that it looked like dripping ink. Only I can see it. The doctor said it was an anxiety hallucination, but the blood stains on his palms were real. It was also real that he knelt by the toilet and retched at three in the morning. It was also real that he had forgotten how to get home.
The more I worked overtime and changed my plan, the quieter he became and stayed silent. Until late that night, I told him that I was pregnant, and he said: "At this time?" I collapsed, incoherent, and shouted "What to do" repeatedly.
But he suddenly said: "I want annual leave. I will check with you."
