My Dear husband,
I'm writing this letter to tell you that I'm leaving you. I've been a good
wife to you for the last 20 years and I have nothing to show for it. The
last two weeks have been hell.
Your boss called to tell me that you left your job today, which was the last
straw.
Last week, you came home and didn't even notice I had a new hairstyle, had
cooked your favorite meal and even wore a brand new nightie. You ate in 2
minutes, and went straight to sleep after watching your TV 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.
Your EX-Wife
P.S. Don't try to find me. Your BROTHER & I are moving to New Zealand
together! Have a great life!
REPLY:
Dear Ex-wife,
Nothing could have made my day more than receiving your letter.
It's true you and I have been married for 20 years, although a good woman is
a far cry from what you've been.
I watch TV soaps so much because they drown out your constant whining and
bitching. Too bad that doesn't work any more.
I DID notice when you got a hair do last week, but the first thing that came
to mind was 'You look just like a boy!'
Since my father raised me not to say anything if you can't say something
nice, I didn't comment. And when you cooked "my favourite meal," you must
have got me confused with MY BROTHER because I haven't eaten prawns for 7
years.
About the new nightie: I turned away from you because the £299.99 price tag
was still on it, and I prayed it was a coincidence that my brother had just
borrowed £300 from me that morning.
After all of this, I still loved you and felt we could work it out. So, when
I won the £20 million Lotto on Saturday, I quit my job and bought 2
first-class tickets for us for a world cruise. But when I got home you were
gone.
Everything happens for a reason, I guess. I hope you find the fulfilling
life you always wanted.
My lawyer said that the letter you wrote ensures you won't get a penny from
me.
So take care.
Your Ex-Husband, Rich as Hell and Free!
P.S. I don't know if I ever told you this, but my brother Carl was born
Carla.
I hope that's not a problem.