My husband, Artem, has always loved being the center of attention.
At fifty-two, he considers himself the funniest person in every room.
People laugh at his jokes.
They admire his confidence.
What they never noticed was that I was usually the punchline.
At first, it seemed harmless.
He would tell people how I burned dinner during our first year of marriage.
How I accidentally put diesel in a gasoline car.