This is the letter that the man wrote to his wife: Dear Wife, I'm writing you this letter to tell you that I'm leaving you forever. I've been a good man to you for 7 years and I have nothing to show

This is the letter that the man wrote to his wife:

Dear Wife,
I'm writing you this letter to tell you that I'm leaving you forever. I've been a good man to you for seven years, and I have nothing to show for it. These last few months have been absolute torture.

Your constant nagging, your obsession with reality TV, and your refusal to cook anything but quinoa and kale—I just can’t take it anymore! You never appreciate anything I do. You don’t even notice when I get a haircut! And last week, when you came home from work and didn’t even comment on the romantic dinner I made? That was the last straw.

By the time you read this, I will be far away. I’m running off with your sister, by the way. At least she acknowledges my existence.

Don’t try to find me. I’m done.

Goodbye and good luck,
Your Ex-Husband

The wife’s response:

Dear Ex-Husband,

Well, this is the best news I’ve received all year! I must admit, I was slightly puzzled at first—because you wrote this letter by hand, which was odd, considering I had to remind you how to sign your own name on our tax returns. But once I got past that shock, I couldn’t stop laughing.

First of all, about that romantic dinner? The reason I didn’t say anything was because I had to hold back my gag reflex. Who seasons spaghetti with cinnamon?!

Secondly, I did notice your haircut. I just didn’t say anything because I thought you had lost a bet.

And lastly, about my sister? You clearly don’t know that she and I have been talking… a lot. And guess what? She only agreed to "run away" with you to get rid of you for me! She left town with my ex-boyfriend, so you might want to check the return policy on that relationship.

Anyway, don’t worry about looking for a place to stay. I already changed the locks, emptied our joint bank account, and gave your PlayStation to the neighbor’s kids.

Have a wonderful life!

P.S. I never liked quinoa either—I was just testing how far I could push you before you snapped. Looks like I finally found out!

Cheers!
Your Very Happy Ex-Wife