At around 3:30 in the morning, a wife woke up to find her husband missing from bed. Sensing something was wrong, she got up to look for him.
He wasn’t in the bathroom, the living room, or the kitchen. But as she walked past the laundry room, she heard faint, heartbreaking sniffles coming from the dark basement. She turned on the light, hurried downstairs, and found her husband huddled in the corner, curled up in a ball, crying hysterically.
Alarmed, she rushed to his side. “Honey, what’s wrong? Why are you crying like this?”
He wiped his tears and looked up miserably. “Do you remember when we got married twenty years ago?”
“Of course I do,” she replied softly.
“And do you remember a couple of months before that, when your dad caught us, and told me I could either marry you or go to jail for twenty years?”
The wife nodded. “Yes, I know that. But I still don’t see what the problem is.”
The husband sobbed violently and put his head in his hands. “Don’t you see?! If I had chosen jail, I would’ve been a free man today!”
