A man goes to see his local marriage councelor.
Im worried that Im losing my wifes 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,
shes 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 sex or says she has a headache.
So whats the problem?
Maybe Im just being too sensitive, the husband ventured, but at
night, when she thinks Im sleeping, she puts her lips close to my
ear and whispers, Die! You son of a bitch, die!
