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If I catch your hair on the sofa one more time, I’m filing for divorce!

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I never imagined this would happen to me. Yesterday, my husband had the most spectacular meltdown Ive ever witnessed.

Hes usually the very picture of composureutterly mild-mannered. Thats precisely why his furious outburst caught me so off guard. Hes never uttered a rude word in front of me, but this time

I always thought Id won the lottery with such a calm husband. Wed only been married two months. Before that, wed dated for three years, and everything was blissful. He was always considerate, never insulting, never raised his voice. We hardly ever even squabbled.

Well, that fairy-tale ended yesterday.

Hes always professed his love for my long hair, claiming it drives him wild. So, when he spotted a cascade of my hair strands trailing across the sofa yesterday evening, he set off like a firework. Honestly, I was gobsmacked.

He began to shout, called me messy, accused me of being incapable of tidying up after myself! Everyone knows women shed a bit; its basically nature. But nohe ranted that I do nothing all day and cant even pick up my own hair, while he slaves away at work non-stop.”

If I see this again, I swear its straight to a divorce solicitor! he stormed.

I was speechless. I mean, Ive been picturing growing old with this man, having kids, sharing cups of tea on the porch. And now, apparently, my entire marriage is hanging by a hairliterally. I burst into tears and realised this was the first time Id cried over him. After just two months of marriage What on earth will happen now? I cant just pack up and go

Now he refuses to talk to me at all. Honestly, Im terrified that if I try to speak to him, hell explode againhes that angry! Is it normal to be scared of your own husband?

Now Im afraid to even blow dry my hair. I walk home, half expecting to find my suitcase sitting by the front door, packed and waiting.

What should I do?

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