While I was looking through the stuff in my old thumb drive for the photographs I used in yesterday’s post, I came across this…and I thought I’d like to share it with all of you…
One day, a guy received this letter from his wife…
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. Whatever 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!
So the guy sat down and wrote her this reply…
Nothing has made my day happier 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 watched sports so much to try to drown out your constant nagging. Too bad that didn’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 not to 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 fulfilling life you’ve always wanted.
My lawyer said with your letter that you wrote, you won’t get a dime from me. So take care.
Rich As Hell and Free!
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.
I had used this during a course on team building and management. Usually, instead of using the dry academic stuff in the books or on the internet which everybody would have access to, I would look for everyday things like this to drive my messages home. The message here, of course, is the importance of communication. There are always two sides to a story and instead of jumping into conclusions based on our assumptions and suspicions and doing things we may regret later, we should keep our communication lines open and talk it out with the party/parties concerned to try and sort things out together…..