“Just listen to me!” — “Take it off.” he hisses with anger. “What? Why?” “It’s been more than a year since I had sex, think about it—why?” “Mish, we have a daughter… Don’t be like that.” “Should I believe you? You’re the one who put me in prison. Either take it off, or get out…” * * * He hates me for lying and betrayal. But still, again and again, I ask him for help because I have to find our daughter—our daughter together. And for that, I’m ready for anything.