She puts on her robe and
goes downstairs to look for him.She finds him sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee in front of him.
He appears to be in deep thought,just staring at the wall.She watches as he wipes a tear from his eye and takes a sip of coffee.
"What's the matter Dear?"she whispers as she steps into the room."Why are you down here at this time of the night?"
The husband looks up from his coffee,"Do you remember 20 years ago when we were dating,and you was only 15?"he asks solemnly.
The husband pauses.The words aren't coming easily.
"Do you remember when your father caught us having sex in the back seat of the car?"
"Yes,I remember."she replies,lowering herself in a chair beside him.
The husband continues."Do you remember when he shoved the shotgun in my face and said either you marry my daughter,or I'll see to it you spend the next 20 years in prison."
"I remember that too."she replies softly.
He wipes another tear from his cheek and says,"I would have gotten out today."