A soldier stationed overseas received a breakup Ietter from his girlfriend back home. It began, ‘Dear Harry, I can’t do this anymore. The distance between us is too much’.
I must admit that I have cheated twice since you’ve been gone, and it’s not fair to either of us. I’m sorry. Please return the picture of me that I sent you. Love, Kim. The soldier, with hurt feeIings, asked his fellow soldiers for any snapshots they could spare of their girlfriends, sisters, ex-girlfriends, aunts, cousins, etc.
In addition to the picture of Kim, Harry included all the other pictures of pretty girIs he had collected.
There were 43 photos in the envelope along with a note that read, Dear Kim, I’m so sorry but I can’t remember who you are. Please take your picture from the piIe, and send the rest back to me. Take care, Harry.
My Granddaughter Kicked Me Out Because I Got Married at 80
When my granddaughter Ashley threw me out after I got married at 80, I decided I couldn’t condone the disrespect. With my new husband, Harold, we devised a daring plan to teach her a lesson she’d never forget, leading to a confrontation that would change our family forever.
I never thought I’d be telling this story, but here we are. My name is Margaret. I lived with Ashley, who I raised after her parents died. But when I told her I was marrying Harold, she said, “You’re too old for a wedding dress,” and kicked me out. After everything I had done for her, I felt so betrayed.
Harold welcomed me into his home, and we got married in a small ceremony. We decided to teach Ashley about respect. Knowing she loved photography, Harold anonymously sent her a ticket to a local photography gathering where he would present his award-winning photos.
At the event, Harold showcased our wedding photos, saying, “I found love at 79, proving age is just a number.” I addressed the audience, “When Ashley’s parents died, I sold my house to pay for her education. I raised her as my own. But recently, she forgot that love and respect.”
Ashley approached us, tears streaming, “I’m so sorry. Can you ever forgive me?” We hugged, and she invited us to a family dinner, promising never to take me for granted again. As we left that night, I felt a renewed sense of belonging and hope for a new beginning.
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