My Husband Made Me Drink the Same Vodka With Him Every Night for 40 Years. One Night, I Refused—and He Became Furious. The Next Day, I Took What Was Left in My Glass to a Lab. The Doctor Looked at the Results, Turned Pale

He stared at my glass. Then at me.

“Drink it.”

Hisvoice sounded completely different.

 

“I said I don’t want it.”

He slammed his hand against  the table so hard that both glasses shook.

“Margaret, just  drink it.”

In forty years of marriage, I had never seen him react like that.

I stood up.

“Why is this so important to you?”

He said nothing.

Then he picked up his own glass,  drank it in one swallow, and walked out of the kitchen. I barely slept that night.

One thought had entered my mind, and I couldn’t get rid of it.

Why had he been so frightened when I refused to drink?

The next morning, after George left the house, I went back into the kitchen.

My glass was still sitting on the table.

I carefully poured the remaining liquid into a small clean container.