The Day I Wore Red Again, Our Marriage Ended

My wife suffered from violent mania—whenever she saw the color red, she would lose control.

Since our marriage, I had only wore red twice.

The first time, she flew into a frenzy and smashed my head open. I needed thirteen stitches.

The second time, she attacked me again, but this time she was three months pregnant. In the struggle, she miscarried.

From then on, I never touched red again. Afraid of triggering her, I wore nothing but plain white, from head to toe.

On the day she was discharged from the hospital after the miscarriage, I clutched my stomach and passed the restaurant—only to…