Three years into my marriage, it was hard to say that our relationship was good; we were always fighting. Our nightlife had completely disappeared, and to distract myself from the loneliness, I decided to kill time at a bar near my company before heading home. The place was run by just one manager, Mr. Ozawa, and it felt comfortable, so I started going there regularly. Just as I was thinking about forgiving my husband, his infidelity came to light. I became emaciated and found myself frequenting the bar. Then, I begged Mr. Ozawa to help me forget about my husband…
