He stole my Zoloft.
I noticed it missing a few days ago, but assumed I misplaced it. Today I got shaky enough to go and finally get a refill, but only after I cleaned out the whole cabinet to see if it had fallen somewhere. Nope. He claims that it was my toddler-- uh huh, right. My toddler climbed up on the counter, reached around all the gummi vitamins and went straight for the generic pill bottle in the back of the medicine bin? Sure. This is after him telling me for a week that I should stop taking it because it's "mind control drugs" and "it's not good for me". No, my dear, it's not good for you because you see my backbone showing now and you're scared.
I was strung out and drank too much coffee and yelled at him. He looked at me and said "There's my girl, you've got your edge back," and smiled coyly to himself.