Bituin

My husband called me at work
and said, "My uncle just died ...
and I inherited $800 million. Pack
your things and be out before I
get home." When I walked back
into the apartment, divorce
papers were already waiting on
the kitchen island-like he'd been
planning my replacement long
before the money arrived. I didn't
cry. I didn't beg. I calmly signed
every page, handed him the pen,
and said, "Enjoy your fortune."
He laughed right in my face,
certain he'd just won the lottery of
life. But three days later, my
phone exploded with calls from
his family. Because the
"inheritance" came with one tiny
Q"i"tail...

I finally surrendered my late brother's golden retriever to a shelter because I could no longer care for him.