“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.”

“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.

And now I don’t have a prenup.

(© 2021 AC)

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