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I awoke from a nightmare and saw my wife standing above me with a baseball bat. Angry tears lined her face. She stabbed me at dinner over a pork chop, on accident, in the ribs. I don’t think the baseball bat is an accident. I rolled off the bed as the bat hit the mattress. Then, I stood and politely asked her to leave. She said no so I put on my slippers and never came back.