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 last 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, what ever 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





......The saga continues.....

Dear Ex-Wife


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
woman is a far cry from what you've been.

I watch sports so much to try to drown out your constant nagging.

Too bad that doesn't work. I did notice when you cut off all of
your hair last week, the first thing that came to 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
fifty dollars 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
filling life you always wanted.

My lawyer said with your 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.

Signed


Rich As Hell and Free!