\u201cHoney, why not just toss these?\u201d her husband suggested casually as she sifted through a pile of old clothes. \u201cMuch easier.\u201d<\/p>\n
She didn\u2019t even glance up. \u201cBecause someone out there could really use them.\u201d<\/p>\n
He chuckled. \u201cSweetheart, anyone who fits into your clothes isn\u2019t starving\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
She bit back a retort, knowing from years of marriage that some arguments weren\u2019t worth starting.<\/p>\n
But the real shock came later.<\/p>\n
A neatly folded note, pinned to the refrigerator with a bright red magnet, bore his familiar handwriting. Her hands shook as she read it:<\/p>\n
My dear wife,<\/em> She didn\u2019t scream, cry, or call a friend. She didn\u2019t even throw a dish. Instead, she smiled.<\/p>\n That night, just before midnight, he returned, confident and whistling, until his eyes fell on an envelope on the table in her precise handwriting.<\/p>\n He opened it.<\/p>\n My dear husband,<\/em> The house fell silent that night.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
You\u2019ll understand that I have needs you, at 57, can no longer satisfy. I\u2019m very happy with you and value you greatly.<\/em>
So, after reading this, I hope you won\u2019t mind that I\u2019ll be spending the evening with my 19-year-old secretary at the Comfort Inn.<\/em>
Don\u2019t be upset\u2014I\u2019ll be home before midnight.<\/em>
Love, Your husband<\/em><\/p>\n
Thank you for your honesty. You\u2019re right\u2014I am 57. But so are you.<\/em>
As a math teacher, allow me to make this clear in terms you\u2019ll understand.<\/em>
While you read this, I\u2019ll be at Hotel Fiesta with Michael, one of my students and assistant tennis coach\u2014young, energetic, attentive\u2026 also 19.<\/em>
And as you, a businessman, surely realize:<\/em>
19 goes into 57 far more times than 57 goes into 19.<\/em>
So don\u2019t wait up. I\u2019ll be home sometime tomorrow.<\/em>
Warm regards, Your loving wife<\/em><\/p>\n