Face Blind and Married to Three Men

I have face blindness.

My husband was a long-haul truck driver, always on the road.

But every time he came home, it was like he was a completely different person.

Sometimes, he was like a madman fresh out of lockup, pinning me against the wall the moment he walked in, his movements harsh, like he wanted to devour me whole.

Other times, he’d hold me with red-rimmed eyes, whispering how he didn’t want to hurt me, yet his hands roamed, setting every nerve ending on fire.

And sometimes, he’d slowly, deliberately, untie his tie, toss me onto the bed, his voice cold and deep: