"I think your husband is sleeping with her," he said bluntly.

"My husband and several others slept with a baseball bat by the bed," she said.

She was lying on the side of the bed where her husband should have been sleeping.

Maybe Rusty and her dead husband had slept under those same sheets.

Her husband and child were sleeping in their home here close to where the disaster had taken place.

That night, my husband and I did not sleep at all.

There's just this big empty spot in the bed where my husband usually sleeps.

When my husband and I sleep in the same bed he always starts out the night putting his legs on me.

Not even if their husbands slept with other women, which most of them did.

Her own husband wouldn't even sleep in the same bed with her anymore.