best divorce letter ever written...

[razor67]

The best divorce letter ever written!


Dear Connie, I know the counselor said we shouldn't contact each other
during our "cooling off" period, but I couldn't wait anymore. The day
you left, I swore I'd never talk to you again. But that was just the
wounded little boy in me talking. Still, I never wanted to be the
first one to make contact. In my fantasies, it was always you who would
come crawling back to me. I guess my pride needed that. But now I see
that my pride's cost me a lot of things. I'm tired of pretending I

don't miss you. I don't care about looking bad anymore. I don't
care who makes the first move as long as one of us does. Maybe it's time
we let our hearts speak as loudly as our hurt. And this is what my heart
says: "There's no one like you, Connie." I look for you in the eyes and
breasts of every woman I see, but they're not you. They're not even
close. Two weeks ago, I met this girl at Flamingos and brought her
home with me. I don't say this to hurt you, but just to illustrate
the depth of my desperation. She was young, maybe 19; with one of those
perfect bodies that only youth and maybe a childhood spent ice skating
can give you. I mean, just a perfect body. Tits like you wouldn't
believe and an ass that just wouldn't quit. Every man's dream, right?
But as I sat on the couch being blown by this stunner, I thought, look
at the stuff we've made important in our lives. It's all so superficial.
What does a perfect body mean? Does it make her better in bed? Well,
in this case, yes, but you see what I'm getting at. Does it make her
a better person? Does she have a better heart than my moderately
attractive Connie? I doubt it. And I'd never really thought of that
before.
I don't know, maybe I'm just growing up a little. Later, after I'd
tossed her about a half a pint of throat yogurt, I found myself
thinking, "Why do I feel so drained and empty?" It wasn't just her
flawless technique or her slutty, shameless hunger, but something else.
Some nagging feeling of loss. Why did it feel so incomplete? And then
it hit me. It didn't feel the same because you weren't there to
watch. Do you know what I mean? Nothing feels the same without you.
Jesus, Connie, I'm just going crazy without you. And everything I do
just reminds me of you.
Do you remember Carol, that single mom we met at the Holiday Inn lounge
last year? Well, she dropped by last week with a pan of lasagna. She
said she figured I wasn't eating right without a woman around. I didn't
know what she meant till later, but that's not the real story. Anyway,
we had a few glasses of wine and the next thing you know, we're banging
away in our old bedroom. And this tart's a total monster in the
sack. She's giving me everything, you know, like a real woman does
when she's not hung up about her weight or her career and whether the
kids can hear us. And all of a sudden, she spots that tilting mirror on
your grandmother's old vanity. So she puts it on the floor and we
straddle it, right, so we can watch ourselves. And it's totally hot, but
it makes me sad, too. Cause I can't help thinking, "Why didn't Connie
ever put the mirror on the floor? We've had this old vanity for what,
14 years, and we never used it as a sex toy." Saturday, your sister
drops by with my copy of the restraining order. I mean, Vicky's just a
kid and all, but she's got a pretty good head on her shoulders and she's
been a real friend to me during this painful time. She's given me lots
of good advice about you and about women in general. She's pulling for
us to get back together, Connie, she really is. So we're doing Jell-O
shots in a hot bubble bath and talking about happier times. Here's this
teenage girl with the same DNA as you and all I can do is think of how
much she looked like you when you were 18. And that just about makes
me cry.
And then it turns out Vicky's really into the whole anal thing, that
gets me to thinking about how many times I pressured you about trying it
and how that probably fueled some of the bitterness between us. But do
you see how even then, when I'm thrusting inside your baby sister's
cinnamon ring, all I can do is think of you? It's true, Connie. In
your heart you must know it. Don't you think we could start over?
Just wipe out all the grievances away and start fresh? I think we
can.
If you feel the same please, please, please let me know. Otherwise, can
you let me know where the ****ing remote is. Love,
Dan

[rambo]

This was posted already.

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[Testsubject]

HAHA, this is hillarious, I needed a good laugh.

[Butch]

I read that one before...but it is always funny to read it again!

[razor67]

OK..didnt see it..guess i should have looked around ehhh

[ItalianMuscle]

Seen it.. Good laugh..

[spywizard]

moderately
attractive Connie?


That was great....................

[bigbouncinballs]

thrustin in the cinammon ring... oh yeah!!!

[big daddy k de]

lol that got me to lol

[Da Bull]

Saw it on previous post.

[50%Natural]

lmao

[alevok]

"half a pint of throat yogurt"
hell yeah