My Husband is Calculating My Lethal Dose

Five years of marriage, and my husband "forgot" about my peanut allergy for the first time.

He dipped a spoon covered in peanut butter straight into my bowl of oatmeal.

Instantly, my throat closed up. I gasped, coughing violently, unable to get a single breath of air.

He held me tightly, his eyes red with panic. "I'm so sorry, Sierra. I forgot."

I believed him.

Until this "forgetfulness" started happening every single week.

My health deteriorated rapidly.

Yet, he grew softer, more attentive, checking my blood pressure and heart rate every day.