I am late. By the time I park my car in the garage, it is 11 PM. Expecting my wife to be asleep, I used the spare key to open the main door. Like a thief, I tiptoed in, careful not to bump into any object in the dark room. All the same, I hit the chair and tipped it over.  “Shit, why is the chair here,” I said. I slide my hand over the wall and find the light switch. As the light flooded the room, I saw a person standing at the window. For a second, I felt my heart leap out of my mouth. Then I realized it was my wife. Even after four years of marriage, she had that effect on me. She was staring out of the window. There was not much to see, this time of the night, but she was engrossed in the… Social media apes