Dad, my wife is mentally ill!

Ha ha, son, and tut. Let's mix BS and a lifetime of sexist assumptions What she needs is a dog! Oh, that's right, you have one. Then she needs some Hoover attachments. The ones that go in the corners. You mother was quite keen on those.

Dad, she's violent.

Oh, aren't they all, in the end? Say, how about coffee? Have you been starting her day with coffee, or gin? Some women are awfully partial to a stimulant in the morning, and a central nervous system depressive in the late afternoon. Rotate her additive chemicals, and get back to me. Ta!