Why did I get divorced? Well, last week was my birthday. My wife didn't wish me a happy birthday. My parents forgot and so did my kids. I went to work and even my colleagues didn't wish

Why did I get divorced?

Well, last week was my birthday. My wife didn’t wish me a happy birthday. My parents forgot, and so did my kids. I went to work, and even my colleagues didn’t say a word.

I was feeling pretty down, like I didn’t even exist.

As I walked into my office, my secretary, Linda, looked up and said, “Happy Birthday, Boss!”

I felt a little better—at least someone remembered.

Then, Linda came over and said, “Tell you what, Boss, why don’t we go out for lunch? My treat.”

I figured, why not? It’s not like anyone else cared.

So, Linda and I went out to lunch. After we finished eating, she leaned in and whispered, “You know, it’s such a special day. How about we go to my place and really celebrate?”

I was shocked. But again… my wife forgot, my family forgot, my friends forgot—maybe this was a sign!

So, I said, “Okay, let’s go.”

We got to her place, and as soon as we walked in, she turned to me and said, “Give me a second, I’ll be right back.”

She disappeared into the bedroom.

A minute later, the door swung open… and in walked my wife, my kids, my parents, my colleagues—everyone!

And there I was… standing in the middle of the room… in my underwear.

So yeah… that’s why I got divorced.