"I'm worried that I'm losing my wife's love," the husband told the
counselor.
"Has she started to neglect you?"
"Not at all," the dejected man replied. "She meets me at the door with a
cold drink and a warm kiss. My shirts are always ironed, she's a great
cook, the house is always neat, she
keeps the kids out of my hair. She lets me choose the television shows
we watch and she never objects to kinky sex or says she has a headache."
"So what's the problem?"
"Maybe I'm just being too sensitive," the husband ventured, but at
night, when she thinks I'm sleeping, she puts her lips close to my ear
and whispers...
'Die! you son of a bit*h, Die!!'
counselor.
"Has she started to neglect you?"
"Not at all," the dejected man replied. "She meets me at the door with a
cold drink and a warm kiss. My shirts are always ironed, she's a great
cook, the house is always neat, she
keeps the kids out of my hair. She lets me choose the television shows
we watch and she never objects to kinky sex or says she has a headache."
"So what's the problem?"
"Maybe I'm just being too sensitive," the husband ventured, but at
night, when she thinks I'm sleeping, she puts her lips close to my ear
and whispers...
'Die! you son of a bit*h, Die!!'
