I see a lot of Alastor x Readers. (Probably because I seek them out.)
A lot of them like to bring up his 7 year absence for the sake of angst. Like, "You've been here since the beginning! You were his faithful wife! He disappeared mysteriously one day!" But you're always so sad or happy to see him. I wanna be angry. I wanna be brooding at home, convinced that he ran off with that "slut" Rosie because they always seemed so close. Falling for their best friend facade so easily, and wondering why he was so cagey about her. Screaming shit like, "You're fucking her, aren't you!? You-you-(take your pick.)" at him during the months leading up to his disappearance just so he can reassure you that he would never do such a thing to you, only to fuck off without warning one day, and then pop up on TV years later, shacking up with another woman?! "Who does that skank think he is!?" You scream at the top of your lungs.
Your television set shattered without a second thought.
The very same day, the hotel gets a brand new hole in their wall (nothing new for them) as Alastor's wife, ("Wait! Alastor has a wife??" Asks literally everyone.) Storms in, demanding to know where he is.
In seconds you're chasing him down, kicking, screaming, punching, and scratching at him, not caring about how much you're disrupting everyone's day as you attempt to punish your husband for abandoning you like that, demanding from him this time, to know where he was. And though he's taking quite a few slugs from you. To be perfectly honest, if he wanted to he could probably kill you... if he wanted to. But you Are his wife for a reason, so that's not happening anytime soon. Instead, he just shadowmancies up a few tendrils to hold you at bay while he allows you to kick and scream the last few bits of your energy out... away from him. And any attempts at intervening only stand to make things messier. Especially from Charlie, as you've now deemed her "Another one of his whores!" Much to everyone's shock and/or amusement.
After that, and probably a smartassed quip from Angel, Husk, or Lucifer, he's probably had just about enough public humiliation and sinks the two of you into a shadowy portal out of the public eye, and into his radio tower where no one can see you throwing an absolute fit, (and hopefully not hear you either, though you Are being pretty loud.) and he can attempt to reason with you without giving too much away.
...Once you've calmed down, of course.