I'm writing you this letter to tell you that I'm leaving you forever.
I've been a good man to you for seven years and I have nothing to
show for it.
These last two weeks have been hell. Your boss called to tell me that
you quit your job today and that was the last straw.
Last week, you came home and didn't even notice that I had a new
haircut, had cooked your favorite meal and even wore a brand new pair
of silk boxers.
You ate in two minutes, and went straight to sleep after watching all
of your soaps.
You don't tell me you love me anymore; you don't want sex or anything
that connects us as husband and wife. Either you're cheating on me or
you don't love me anymore; whatever the case, I'm gone.
P.S. don't try to find me. Your SISTER and I are moving away to West
Have a great life!
Nothing has made my day more than receiving your letter.
It's true that you and I have been married for seven years, although
a good man is a far cry from what you've been.
I watch my soaps so much because they drown out your constant whining
and griping. Too bad that doesn't work.
I DID notice when you got a hair cut last week, but the first thing
that came to mind was 'You look just like a girl!' Since my mother raised me not to
say anything if you can't say something nice, I didn't comment.
And when you cooked my favorite meal, you must have gotten me
confused with MY SISTER, because I stopped eating pork seven years
About those new silk boxers: I turned away from you because the
$49.99 price tag was still on them, and I prayed that it was a
coincidence that my sister had just borrowed fifty dollars from me
After all of this, I still loved you and felt that we could work it
out. So when I 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 always wanted. My lawyer said that the letter you
wrote ensures you won't get a dime from me. So take care.
Your Ex-Wife, Rich As Hell and Free!
P.S. I don't know if I ever told you this, but my sister Carla was
I hope that's not a problem.