This was not an easy thing for the woman to take, so one day she just sort of had a breakdown.  A mental and emotional breakdown, one that made her silent and thoughtful, and patient.

It was fall and the trees were losing all their leaves, the limbs in the yard were piling up and needed to be put through the wood chipper, but the husband didn't want to take time out from his sports television or his computer to do it.  He asked the wife to do it one evening after work.  Of course, she agreed to do this, as was her customary response to everything he asked of her.

The leaves were raked in a nice pile by the tree limbs and the debris that would be put through the chipper.  The woman smiled a peaceful, satisified smile as she pushed the objects through the chipper one by one.  This thing was a lot easier to use than she had anticipated.  Reading the manual a few nights in advance had helped ever so much.  This chipper really was a good one and the blades seemed so sharp, sharp enough to chip anything into small, unidentifiable pieces.  The woman smiled as she worked late into the evening, way past dinner time and almost until bedtime.  

At last, the job was done, all the wood pieces were chipped, the garden area was covered with new mulch and the woman felt invigorated, even though she had put in over 18 hours of hard work that day.

The woman walked into the house, the smile widening on her face as she closed the door behind her.  The house was quiet, not a sound. No tv, no computer, no loud mouth husband bellowing out what was wrong with everything.  Just beautiful, pure silence!

The woman went upstairs, took a shower and got into bed.  No snoring coming from the other side of the bed, just quiet, blissfull quiet.