At about 3.30am a woman wakes up to find she’s alone in bed and she can hear her husband crying uncontrollably.
She gets up to look for him. He’s not in the bathroom or the living room.
As she passes the kitchen she hears his faint sniffles coming from the pantry.
She turns on the light, opens the pantry door and finds him in the corner, rolled up into a ball and crying hysterically. She rushes over to him and asks why he is crying.
“Do you remember when I got you pregnant 20 years ago?” he says.
“Yes, of course,” she nods, a look of concern on her face.
“Well,” he says, “your dad said I could either marry you or go to jail.”
“I already know that,” she says. “I don’t see what the problem is.”
“Don’t you see?” he wails. “I would have got out today!”