"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! Die, you son of a
bitch!'
