She Played the Housewife , Until She Found Out What He Was Drinking

My husband was allergic to dairy—couldn't go near anything with milk in it.

Our first year of marriage, I made him a milk pudding by mistake. He lost it. Asked me if I was trying to kill him.

After that, not a single dairy product ever crossed our threshold again.

Then tonight, at his promotion banquet, he took a full glass of milk from his assistant's hand and drank every drop.

I wasn't surprised. I turned and set a divorce agreement in front of him.

Every friend and relative at the table rounded on me at once.

Morton grabbed the glass and flung the milk straight into my face.