Dear
Husband:
I’m writing you this letter to tell you that
I’m leaving you for good. I’ve been a good woman to you for seven years and I
have nothing to show for it. These past two weeks have been hell. Your boss
called to tell me that you had quit your job today and that was the last straw.
Last week, you came home and didn’t notice that I had gotten
my hair and nails done, cooked your favorite meal and even wore a brand new
negligee. You came home and ate in two minutes and went straight to sleep after
watching the game. You don’t tell me you love me anymore, you don’t touch me or
anything. Either you’re cheating or you
don’t love me anymore, whatever the case is, I’m gone.
P.S. If you’re trying to find me, don’t. Your BROTHER and I
are moving away to West Virginia together!!!
Have a great life. Your ex-Wife.
Dear ex-wife:
Nothing has made my day more tan receiving your letter. It’s true
that you and I have been married for seven years, although a good woman is far
cry from what you’ve been. I watch sports so much to try to drown out your
constant nagging. Too bad doesn’t work. I did noticed when you cut off all your
hair last week, the first thing that came to my mind was: “You look just like a
man!” My mother raised me to not say anything if you can´t say anything nice.
When you cooked my favorite meal, you must have gotten me
confused with MY BROTHER, because I stopped eating pork seven years ago. I went to sleep on you when you had on that
new negligee because the price tag was still on it. I prayed that it was a coincidence
that my brother had just borrowed $50.00 from me that morning and your negligee
was $49.99.
After all of this, I still loved you and felt that we could
work it out. So when I discovered that I had hit the lotto for ten million
dollars, I quit my job and bought us two tickets to Jamaica, but when I got
home, you were gone. Everything happens for a reason I guess.
I hope you have the fulfilling life you have always wanted. My
lawyer said with the letter that you wrote, you won’t get a dime from me. So
take care.
P.S. I don’t know if I ever told you this, but Carl my brother
was born Carla. I hope that’s not a problem.
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