“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 bitch, die!!’”