A soldier stationed overseas received a breakup Ietter from his girlfriend back home. It began, ‘Dear Harry, I can’t do this anymore. The distance between us is too much’.
I must admit that I have cheated twice since you’ve been gone, and it’s not fair to either of us. I’m sorry. Please return the picture of me that I sent you. Love, Kim. The soldier, with hurt feeIings, asked his fellow soldiers for any snapshots they could spare of their girlfriends, sisters, ex-girlfriends, aunts, cousins, etc.
In addition to the picture of Kim, Harry included all the other pictures of pretty girIs he had collected.
There were 43 photos in the envelope along with a note that read, Dear Kim, I’m so sorry but I can’t remember who you are. Please take your picture from the piIe, and send the rest back to me. Take care, Harry.
My Husband Yelled at My Birthday Party That I Was Too Old to Want — My Friend Took Revenge on My Behalf
Emma’s 57th birthday party takes a disastrous turn when her husband, Mike, publicly mocks her age. Tension flares when her best friend stands up for Emma, revealing a secret that leaves all the guests, and Emma, reeling in shock.
Yesterday was my fifty-seventh birthday, and despite what anyone might think, I’m loving this age. I know who I am, I’ve got nothing to prove, and I’m proud of every gray hair and wrinkle.
If my husband, Mike, felt the same way, then it could’ve prevented a lot of heartache.
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Mike’s been on this kick lately where he mocks my age every chance he gets. It’s like he thinks he’s some kind of stand-up comedian.
“Oh, Emma, did you forget your dentures?” he’ll say, followed by his annoying laugh. Yeah, real original, Mike.
But I was determined not to let him ruin my birthday. I invited all my friends over, decorated the house, and bought a new outfit. I was so excited until Mike opened his big mouth.
Yesterday was my fifty-seventh birthday, and despite what anyone might think, I’m loving this age. I know who I am, I’ve got nothing to prove, and I’m proud of every gray hair and wrinkle.
If my husband, Mike, felt the same way, then it could’ve prevented a lot of heartache.
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Mike’s been on this kick lately where he mocks my age every chance he gets. It’s like he thinks he’s some kind of stand-up comedian.
“Oh, Emma, did you forget your dentures?” he’ll say, followed by his annoying laugh. Yeah, real original, Mike.
But I was determined not to let him ruin my birthday. I invited all my friends over, decorated the house, and bought a new outfit. I was so excited until Mike opened his big mouth.
My best friend, Karen, was the first to arrive. She immediately complimented my outfit, giving my self-esteem the boost it needed after Mike’s insult.
The house filled with laughter and chatter as everyone else slowly arrived. I was in my element, greeting everyone and making sure they had drinks. But Mike, of course, had to put a damper on things.
“Emma, do you really think you should be drinking that wine? Isn’t it past your bedtime?” he said loud enough for everyone to hear.
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A few people awkwardly chuckled, but mostly there was an uncomfortable silence.
I clenched my jaw and smiled through it. “I’ll manage, Mike.”
The party went on, and I tried to ignore him, but he was relentless.
“You’re going to eat that cake? Do you really want to be old and fat?” he said when I reached for a slice.
It took everything in me not to scream at him. Mike’s comments got nastier as the night went on, each one like a little jab to my heart.
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“You’re too old to dance, Emma. You might break a hip,” he said as I swayed to the music.
I could see the pity in my friends’ eyes, and it made my blood boil.
“Cut it out!” I hissed at Mike. “Why are you being such a jerk?”
Mike’s face turned red. “I’m giving you a reality check,” he yelled. “You’re too old to act this way, too old to be attractive, too old for me, Emma! Why don’t you just accept it?”
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The room fell silent. My cheeks burned, and I felt like the ground had dropped out from under me. Before I could say anything, Karen stepped forward, her eyes blazing.
“Oh, too old for you, right?” Karen’s voice sliced through the tension. “But aren’t YOU the one who can’t do anything in bed without your pills?”
Mike turned purple. I was stunned. How did she know that? I never told her.
Karen didn’t stop. “That’s right, everyone. Mike here can’t perform without popping a little blue pill. And you know how I found out?”
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“Because he cheated on Emma with my friend, Linda,” Karen finished.
A collective gasp went up from the guests. I looked around, seeing the shock and disbelief on their faces. My heart pounded as I tried to process what Karen was saying.
Linda, standing in the corner, looked like she wanted to disappear. She was a younger woman, always hanging around our social circle. The betrayal hit me like a ton of bricks.
I was still reeling when Mike’s response hit me like a slap in the face.
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“Shut your pie hole!” Mike’s face twisted in anger and embarrassment. “You can’t just ruin my reputation like this!”
I finally found my voice. “Your reputation? What about mine? What about the years of ridicule and humiliation you’ve put me through?”
My voice shook, but I felt a surge of strength as I spoke. The dam had burst inside me. I looked around the room, seeing the support in my friends’ eyes.
It gave me the confidence I needed to make a stand.
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“I’m done with your cruelty and your lies.” I jabbed my finger at Mike. “You want to make me feel old and undesirable? Well, here’s a newsflash: I feel more vibrant and alive without you dragging me down.”
Mike stood there, speechless. Linda, trying to slip out unnoticed, caught my eye. I took a deep breath and walked over to her.
“Linda, I don’t know why you did what you did, but I hope it was worth it.”
She didn’t say a word, just looked at the floor and hurried out the door.
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The room remained silent as I turned back to face everyone. I felt a sense of liberation wash over me. Karen, always the rock, was right there beside me.
“Let’s go, Emma. You don’t need to endure this any longer,” she said.
“You can’t talk to me like that and just leave!” Mike snapped, grabbing my arm.
My heart pounded with adrenaline as I turned to face him. I felt stronger than ever before and it was past time I put him in his place.
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“I’m done with you, Mike,” I declared. “I won’t let you drag me down anymore. I’m leaving you!”
Mike’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, but no words came out. Shock and anger warred on his face, but it didn’t matter anymore. His opinion no longer had power over my life.
Karen put her arm around me, and we headed toward the door. My other friends began to rally around us, offering words of encouragement.
But Mike wasn’t done yet.
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“You’ll regret this!” He yelled after me. “Nobody else will want an old hag like you. You’ll end up on the street!”
I laughed and shot back over my shoulder, “Actually, since the cabin is in my name, the worst that’ll happen to me is I’ll end up on a permanent holiday!”
As we left the party, the weight of years of torment seemed to lift from my shoulders. We piled into Karen’s car and drove to my favorite restaurant.
I could never have imagined that there was one last surprise in store for me.
Warm lights, soft music, and the smell of delicious food greeted us as we walked in. We found a cozy booth and settled in, the mood already lighter.
“To Emma,” Karen said, raising her glass. “To new beginnings and to never letting anyone dull our sparkle!”
I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through me that had nothing to do with the wine. Mike’s betrayal hurt, no doubt about it. But it was also a wake-up call.
Looking around at my friends, I realized just how lucky I was. Their support and love had given me the strength to break free and start anew.
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I chuckled. “Just thinking about how grateful I am. For you, for everyone. For finally finding the courage to stand up for myself.”
She smiled warmly. “You’ve always had that courage, Emma. You just needed a little reminder.”
Just then, the door to the restaurant opened, and in walked a tall, distinguished-looking man with kind eyes. He glanced around, spotted our lively group, and waved at us. Karen waved back.
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As he headed towards the bar, Karen noticed my gaze linger on him and nudged me playfully.
“Who’s that?” I asked, curiosity piqued.
“Oh, that’s Alex. He’s a regular here, very charming and single,” she winked. “Maybe a new friend for you to get to know?”
I felt a flutter of excitement. Maybe this was a sign of the new beginnings everyone was toasting to.
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From that day forward, I embraced my age and my life with renewed vigor. And Mike? He was left to deal with the consequences of his actions, realizing too late that he had lost a woman who deserved far better than he could ever offer.
My journey was just beginning, and I was ready to face it with all the strength and resilience I had rediscovered within myself. And maybe, just maybe, there was room for a little romance along the way.
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