Old Wounds Find No Spring, So I Chase My Own

My husband was allergic to me. Eight years of marriage, and he never once touched me. We slept in separate beds, ate at separate tables, and even kept two washing machines in the house. The moment I came near, he grew restless and could barely breathe. I sought out doctors everywhere, but his symptoms only got worse. Just being in the same room with me left him nauseated to the point of fainting.