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grin NCR ~Tuesday Humor, September 29th...

From the files of the discerningly astute Revenoor on the subject of divorce...

Divorce Via Letter

FIRST LETTER:
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,
and the last 2 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 you 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.

Don't try to find me. Your BROTHER and I are moving to New Zealand together! Have
a great life!

REPLY:
Dear Ex-wife,
Nothing has 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 bltching.
Too bad that doesn't work any more.

I DID notice when you got a hair do last week, but the 1st 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 left my job and bought 2 tickets for us to Paris , 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 dollar from me.

So take care.

Signed,
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 do hope that's
not a problem.

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