The Man in My Bed

Synopsis

For three years of marriage, Richard Carter and I had sex almost every day, except for my period. In the beginning, I felt like the luckiest woman alive. Not only was Richard successful, but he was a total beast in the bedroom. He knew how to please me. But as time went on, I started to feel exhausted. Richard said, "Honey, I'm a normal guy. It's natural for me to have needs. "Work's been stressful lately. I need you to help me unwind. "I'm with you every night, isn't that proof I love you? I'm giving you everything I've got." I could say no once or twice, but for three years, I woke up exhausted every day. My body was covered in all kinds of bruises and scratches, thanks to our habit of drinking to get in the mood. But I was a total lightweight and one glass knocked me out, so most of the time, I only remembered bits and pieces. Every night, lying in bed next to my husband, who was always so eager, I'd swallow the words of refusal. He was always so enthusiastic, as if he was completely oblivious to how much I was suffering. Today, I finally made up my mind. I slipped a little sleeping pill into his drink.