Dear Wife:
I'm writing you this letter to tell you that I'm leaving you forever. I've been a good man to you for 7 years & I have nothing to show for it. These last 2 weeks have been hell. Your boss called to tell me that you quit your job today & that was the last straw. Last week, you came home & didn't even notice I had a new haircut, had cooked your favorite meal & even wore a brand new pair of silk boxers. You ate in 2 minutes, & 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 & wife. Either you're cheating on me or you don't love me any more; whatever the
case, I'm gone.
Your EX-Husband
P.S don't try to find me. Your SISTER & I are moving away to W est Virginia together! Have a great life!
--------------- ------------------------------------------------------------
Dear Ex-Husband:
Nothing has made my day more than receiving your letter. It's true you & I have been married for 7 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 & griping. Too bad that doesn't work. I DID notice when you got a hair cut last week, but the 1st 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.
When you cooked my favorite meal, you must have gotten me confused with MY SISTER, because I stopped eating pork 7 years ago. About those new silk boxers: I t urned away from you because the $49.99 price tag was still on them, & I prayed it was a coincidence that my sister had just borrowed $50 from me that morning. After all of this, I still loved you & felt we could work it out. So when I hit the lotto for 10 million dollars, I quit my job & bought us 2 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 & Free!
P.S. I don't know if I ever told you this, but my sister Carla was born Carl. I hope that's not a problem .
OH how I love things like this....
XO
PEACH OUT
Showing posts with label dear john. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dear john. Show all posts
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Dumped but with kindness
I have noticed over the past few months that I am quite the bitch maybe not as nice to people in public as I should be. So until I can get my social butterfly wings back I am not allowed to leave the house limit my public appearances.
This is an issue. Due to where I live ( 5thousand and 2 miles from any civilization). There is no food delivery, or grocery delivery or people. Hell we are lucky to have sunlight piped in and on random occasion phone service.
So I jump on the web yesterday and did some Christmas shopping. In 3 stores/websites I had knocked out nearly all of my shopping and for a lot less than I would have spent on the bail money had I gone out in public and had to jack somebody up.
I got clearance deals and free shipping and cyber week sales and woot I never even had to get dressed or comb my hair. This is what I am talking about.
All my confirmation emails came in I did it early enough to not worry about shipping times. I was so proud of myself for doing that all that and bargain shopping to stay in budget was worth it.
Then as my Grandmother used to say, " pride cometh before the fall "
I woke up this morning ( far too early) and in my email was what can only be construed as a Dear John letter to me.
This totally wreaks of a break up letter where they say, " oh it's not you " and that stirs up bad repressed feelings that make me even more stabby.
There's nothing in the letter saying that they are giving me my money back. I don't want a personal shopper I am quite capable of looking for cheap stuff on my own.
I should also mention that this order was the one where I bought all of you a present, and now they aren't filling it so boo your Christmas is ruined too.
I need chocolate. NOW !
XO
PEACH OUT
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
