This, perhaps, is the ultimate horror story of a poor soul whose spouse did not approve of his collecting. It was told by the legendary stamp dealer Herman Herst, Jr., and while it was about stamps, you don't need to know anything about stamp collecting to relate.
The customer was a doctor in Brooklyn. He needed a used single of [a very expensive stamp] and asked me to send him one on approval. Since he was a good buyer over the years, always paying promptly and never complaining, I did not hesitate to submit one.
Back it came, promptly, torn in half, with a brief note from his wife:
“My husband has received strict orders from me. He is not going to buy any more stamps. I hope this teaches you a lesson.”
Fortunately, his original letter had an office telephone number on it, and I was not long in calling him on the phone.
He thought that I was calling for not having sent the stamp. He said:
“My wife said that if she saw any more letters from stamp dealers she would open them and tear any stamps in the letter in half. I did not think she meant it.”
He continued, “It has taught me a lesson. I am going to take a Post Office Box. I will give you the address as soon as I have it.”
He did not stop buying stamps, and was decent enough to pay for the torn stamp. I asked if I might keep it as a souvenir of the stupid act of a wife jealous of her husband’s hobby.
It does not happen often that one spouse denies the other the pleasure of a hobby. But when that couple finally breaks up, her forcing him to seek additions to his collection via a Post Office Box will have been the start of it all. Happily, few of us are that dumb.