I Laughed at My Husband’s Size in Front of Friends — Three Days Later, He Burned Down My Life

I only joked about my husband's size once, but when I looked up, I realized I had just burned down my own life. It was a Sunday dinner, nothing special, just the usual crowd. Sarah, Mike, Rachel, Tom, and a few others from our old college group. We'd been doing these dinners for years, rotating houses,

drinking too much wine, talking about everything and nothing. That night was at our place, and by 9:00, everyone was pleasantly tipsy. The conversation had drifted to relationships, as it always did when we'd had enough to drink. Sarah was complaining about Mike leaving dishes in the sink, and I jumped in saying that at least Mike remembered to

rinse them first. Mike laughed and said he wasn't that bad, was he? Sarah rolled her eyes and said he was worse. That last week, he'd left a pan soaking for three days until it started growing something green. Tom chimed in about his wife never remembering to lock the front door. He said he'd come home twice last

month to find it wide open. And one time, their neighbor's cat had made itself at home on their couch. His wife, Jenny, protested that she'd only forgotten twice, maybe three times. Tom said it was more like five times, but who was counting? Everyone laughed. Rachel started telling us about how her husband Dave had tried to fix their

garbage disposal himself and had somehow made it worse. She said the kitchen had flooded and Dave had stood there with a wrench looking completely defeated. Dave shook his head and said he'd saved them $200 in repair costs. Thank you very much. Rachel said the cleanup had cost them $30 in damaged flooring. That's

when the conversation turned to my marriage. Sarah asked how Nick and I were doing, and I said we were fine, though I'd had to have another talk with him about the iron. I explained that he kept leaving it on after using it, and I told him if he forgot one more time, I