Not well

The exclamations of your wife cannot be classified as yelling or speech in general. She relays pure rage into your face with all the anger of a furious demoness. "There she is," you think. The materialistic woman you married, caring more for possessions than you or her daughter. Oftentimes she becomes such a violent person that you wonder how she's still a schoolteacher.

"WHY CAN'T YOU FUCKING THINK? HUH? TELL ME." She yells comprehensive words for once and you respond, "Can we just sit and talk about this?" She gets uncomfortably close to your face and yells more gibberish. You feel her hot breath on your nose, and begin to understand why you receive so many noise complaints. For years, your neighbors called the police you, and your wife never saw a second of jail time. She would always blame you for the screaming, but nothing more than that. You've spent many nights in the local jail for a woman that served as more of a roommate than a wife. It wasn't until your wife snapped at a party that the neighbors saw her true colors. From there they never called the police on you again, as they were afraid of your wife. Most neighbors would simply come to you and offer sympathy or their own grievances about the noise, but your wife never heard a word of it.

"YOU'LL HAVE TO TIE ME TO THAT FUCKING CHAIR." You're typically able to keep your cool in these scenarios, but now you let loose. "MAYBE I WILL TIE YOU." You think back to the moments your thoughts became reality, you close your eyes and picture your wife as tied to the chair. When you open your eyes, she is. Your wife is also conveiniently gagged. "Baby, I know there was something between us a long long time ago. We got old, cranky, and fell apart. I've tried for years with you, but you won't listen to my pleading. If you won't listen unless you're bound and gagged, I'll get a new wife that will listen wherever." You decide to pull the gag off of your wife, if only to hear her true voice one last time. "PHthp, ah. You couldn't even buy a wife on your fucking salary, eat shit and die alone."

Once your wife's words might have hurt you, but your newfound sense of superiority helps you to dissaude her words. You're growing more comfortable with thinking your reality into existance, and you want to try once more. Somewhere deep in there, your wife loves you, but what form does she need to show it?