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A lady’s tale

“Why I’m divorced.” Written by a woman. 

That morning. I went downstairs for breakfast hoping my husband

would be pleasant and say, ‘Happy Birthday,’ and possibly have a

small present for me.


As it turned out, he barely said good morning, let alone ‘Happy Birthday.’


I thought….well, that’s marriage for you, but the kids…. they will



My kids came bouncing down stairs to breakfast and didn’t say a word.


So when I left for the office I felt pretty low and somewhat dejected.


As I walked into my office, my handsome boss, Rick, said, ‘Good

morning, lady, and by the way Happy Birthday!’ It felt a little

better that at least someone had remembered.


I worked until one o’clock, when Rick knocked on my door and said,

‘It’s such a beautiful day outside, and it is your birthday, what

do you say we go out to lunch, just you and me.’


I said, ‘Thanks, Rick, that’s the greatest thing I’ve heard all day. Let’s



We went to lunch. But we didn’t go where we normally would go. He

chose instead a quiet bistro with a private table. We had two

martinis each and I enjoyed the meal tremendously.


On the way back to the office, Rick said, ‘It’s such a beautiful

day…we don’t need to go straight back to the office, do we?’


I responded, ‘I guess not. What do you have in mind?’


He said, ‘Let’s drop by my place, it’s just around the corner.


After arriving at his house, Rick turned to me and said, ‘If you

don’t mind, I’m going to step into the bedroom for just a moment.

I’ll be right back.’


‘Ok.’ I nervously replied.


He went into the bedroom and, after a couple of minutes, he came

out carrying a huge birthday cake, followed by my husband , my

kids, and dozens of my friends and co-workers, all singing ‘Happy Birthday.’


And I just sat there on the couch….




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