“My husband drank himself to death. He could never stop. I don’t think he tried. Or maybe he did. God knows. But I saw him shake every morning and every morning he continued drinking. His organs failed. I have seen a lot of violence in the house. Every time he hit me, I would say nothing but cry within. There was nothing left to say. There was nothing left to do.” (Bhairabi Baniya, Dharampani, Nuwakot)
