Joe had been using Nymist for about a month, and things were going great. His wife was a new woman. She did everything that he expected a good wife to do.

“Honey,” he called, as he walked through the front door. “Could you wash my golf shirt? It got grass stains all over it while I was at the country club today. He removed the shirt and tossed it on the kitchen table. She was busy cooking dinner for him, exactly what she was supposed to be doing.

“I’m going upstairs to take a shower, hon,” he said, “Try to get on cleaning that shirt soon so those stains wont set.”

“Stop right there, fucker!” She said coldly.

He turned around to scold her for talking to him that way, but he had second thoughts when he saw the look on her face. She pointed at the dirt that he had tracked all over the house and screamed, “How many times do I have to tell you to wipe your fucking feet on the mat?”

In an instant, she was rushing towards him and slashing at him with the largest kitchen knife he had ever seen.