When you’re a child, the scariest thing in the world is the monster under your bed. It’s even scarier when that monster is a living, breathing person. I was sixteen and I knew everything, except how to help my mother. She had taken it upon herself to save the world one person at a time and her latest charity case fast became our family’s worst nightmare. My ongoing fear was and is named, David R. Husband. Kristi and I whipped the front door open and went straight for the refrigerator. “Hey, M...