Husband a/k/a "Evil Spawn of Satan"

A good friend, whose husband I already detest (thanks to many whispered lunch conversations and tears shared in the hushed halls of a law firm) shared with me his latest volatile comment. She is trying desperately to lose weight, a struggle that she and I share, and she loves to snack in the late night hours. She approaches the bed, snack in hand, a low calorie ice cream. She asks him where the remote control is – and his response. “I don’t know perhaps you thought that it was a candy bar and ate it.” I love a man filled with compassion and caring for his spouse. Tonight, I will get down on my hands and knees and thank God that I am single.