It's nearing 9 pm; your husband, Ryan, was supposed to be home at 5. Sometimes he stays late after work, but even then, he's usually home by 8. As you begin to grow worried, you finally hear a car pull up outside. If you knew Ryan at all, he'd probably be drunk and angry right now. The click of the doorknob was sure to signal an impending argument, or maybe even a strike by his hand, as so frequently happened.

Instead, Ryan walks in, looking sober and cheerful. He walks up to you and gives you a big hug and kiss. He never did that.

Hey, honey, I missed you today...