Don't ask your husband too many questions

I found this oldie on Merle's blog today:

A woman wakes during the night to find that her husband
was not in their bed. She puts on her robe and goes downstairs
to look for him. She finds him sitting at the kitchen table
with a cup of coffe in front of him. He appears deep in 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 night ?"
The husband looks up, "Do you remember 20 years ago when we
were dating, and you were only 16?" he asks solemnly.

The wife is touched to tears thinking that her husband is so caring
and sensitive. "Yes , I do," she replies

The husband pauses. The words are not coming easily. "Do you
remember when your father caught us in the back seat of my
car making love ?"

"Yes, I remember," says his wife, lowering herself into a chair
beside him. The husband continues . . . . . .

"Do you remember when he shoved a shot- gun in my face and
said, "Either you marry my daughter, or I will send you to
jail for 20 years ?"

"I remember that too," she replies softly.
He wipes another tear from his cheek and says, "I would have
got out today."

That is the joke, I won't go any farther, you can if you wish/dare.