"I want a divorce," I say.
"Nice one." Anna laughs and continues filing her fingernails.
"No...I'm serious. I want a divorce."
"I can't live without you," Anna says.
"And I can't live with you," I say. "It's not you; it's me," I say.
"What's gotten into you?"
"I've had it up to here," I say.
"I cheated once," she says, holding up two fingers.
"This isn't easy for me," I say, shoving my hands in my back pockets.
"That's it, Mr.," she says. "I'm going to take you to the cleaners. I'll take everything you have and then some."
"We signed a prenuptial agreement."
"I didn't sign anything!" Anna says.
"Here it is," I say, showing her the paper she signed when she was drunk.
"You bastard," she says, chasing me through the house with a butter knife.
We scream until we can't and then make love until we can't
And then we tear up the prenuptial agreement.
Three weeks later, she said she wanted a divorce.
My heart was thumping in my chest.
And then, she told me she was kidding.
And now I don't have a prenup.
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The Lonely Position of Neutral
PoetryBen's throat cancer has returned. Living a lonely life, he found a woman he loves but finds out she's been unfaithful. Ben starts to think the lonely position of neutral isn't that bad. He writes poems and dialogue narratives. Will Ben survive cance...
