An Angry Man read a "Dear Abby" column that ticked him off. (I gotta be me, ya know.)
In an August 1 letter ("It's All Good Until..."), a woman observed that her "funny, happy-go-lucky" husband is just darlin' all day, until dinner time. "It's all good, until..." the woman wrote, when his disposition turns hostile and he berates her. Abby (or her kids or whoever in Hell writes her column now) advised (I thought decently) that the guy was punishing his wife, for reasons known only to himself, and probably lousy ones.
Then came dozens of replies about how the poor guy is probably a "victim" of low blood sugar. Every writer (nurses included) had stories about people who became irritable due to low blood sugar or glucose. Abby capitulated.
She shouldn't have. The guy's a jackass, either way. It seems his blood sugar dips when he's got his wife trapped. She suggested they eat apart, asked him to seek marriage counseling, asked him to save his criticism for places other than the dinner table, all of which he refuses. He makes no apologies whatsoever for his behavior, meaning he gets a charge out of it.
And if this is an older, married couple, then this twerp undoubtedly has annual physicals and would know if he's got blood sugar trouble.
I'm also guessing he wouldn't treat his wife this way with company around, and doesn't act like a bastard if, for example, he's out to dinner with a bunch of golf pals.
My advice to the wife: feed the SOB some peanut butter crackers at about 4 PM. If he's still a bastard at dinner, well then, you have your answer. File papers on him and start eating out till he leaves.
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