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 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.