The Angriest My Wife Has Ever Been

Newsletter 2018-10-28

It was the scariest sight I’ve ever seen. I stood there in the doorway, returning home to my wonderful house and my loving family, and from across the room my wife’s furious eyes stared back. When the ancient Greeks told the story of Medusa turning men into stone, this was the look they were talking about. Lola was at a level of anger beyond screaming. Beyond words. Beyond tears. It was a level of pure fury I had never seen in our eleven years of marriage because, if I had seen it before, we would be divorced or I would be dead. Lola was at the point where a look could literally kill, and I knew it the instant I opened the door.

I frantically searched my brain for what I had done wrong. I had been out running errands for Lola, so surely I was in the clear. I took her car to the mechanic, who somehow lost my appointment but worked me in anyway—after an extended wait. But I had texted Lola to let her know about the delay, and her reply hadn’t contained even a hint of death rage. Then I w…