Science has proven, if you tell a woman to shut the fuck up, she never fucking shuts up.
Back in the dawn of time, when dinosaurs still roamed the Earth, one of the first domestic disputes I was ever dispatched to turned out to be a homocide.
Arrived at the scene with another officer, approached the house, front door was wide open. Neighbored who'd called it in advised that he could hear shouting and then screaming from the house.
Called out, got no answer, entered (exigent circumstances). Living room was empty. Dining room too. Suspect male (the husband) was still standing in the kitchen, in his underwear, over the clearly DRT corpse of his wife, holding a bloody kitchen carving knife in his right hand, looking down at her body. The walls, floor, and ceiling looked like a Pollock painting if he'd only worked in red.
In a normal tone, I said the first thing that popped into my head. "Why'd you kill her, man?"
And without even looking at me, he responded with the first thing that popped into his head. Normal tone. Not angry, just resigned. "Bitch just wouldn't shut the fuck up."
(Since he wasn't in custody yet, Miranda didn't apply, so that statement stood and pretty much convicted him.)
Then some other things happened and we put the habeus grabbus on him.
Lesson 1: Don't murder your wife. It's never worth it. Lesson 2: Don't talk to the cops. Lesson 3: When a man with a big knife tells you to "shut the fuck up", you should strongly consider shutting the fuck up.
From a 1950’s radio show: The only time you can trust a woman is when she’s in a cemetary.
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