That morning I walked away knowing only two things for certain: something was very wrong in my marriage, and that something inside me was trying to get out, to be seen, and to be heard. Both of these sent a chill of fear through my soul. Knock, Knock, Knock. In the two years that followed, the drumming grew louder. I did my best to ignore the tugging in my soul, telling me that things were not right despite the façade of the happy family we portrayed.