It’s 6 o’clock in the morning. Classical music plays softly in the small dance studio around you. Your movement as swift and graceful as you dance ballet. These are some of the moments you cherish the most because this is the only time you get to do what you once loved with every fiber of your being.

Suddenly as the music comes to a stop and you open your eyes, there he is, Jonathan, your husband, standing in the doorway, dressed in a suit and tie. “You always look beautiful dancing, but I hope you haven’t woke up too early.”