My Wife Laughed At A Love Letter I Received And Called Her Family To Join In. She Called Me “Damaged Goods” To Her Sisters. Now She Is Begging For Spousal Support While My Lawyer Destroys Her In Court.
The Letter
When I told my wife about my coworker’s love confession, she said,
“Why would anyone want you when I don’t even want you?”
She was still laughing five minutes later while holding her stomach and wiping tears from her eyes like I just told the best joke she’d ever heard. And I stood there in our kitchen holding the letter that Caroline from work had given me.
“Wait, wait, let me get this straight. Someone actually told you they have feelings for you? Someone with eyes and options?”
She grabbed the letter from my hand, reading it out loud in a mocking voice.
“She says she’s been in love with you for 2 years. Two years of what? Watching you eat sandwiches at your desk and wear the same five shirts?”
The letter was sincere, from a woman who’d been nothing but kind to me. Caroline is a good person. She’s smart and successful. My wife, Lisa, snorted.
“Then she needs therapy because no smart, successful woman would want you. Look at yourself. You’re 41 and balding. Your stomach hangs over your belt. You make 60,000 a year. What exactly does she see in you?”
She walked around me like she was examining damaged goods.
“Is she blind? Desperate? Does she have a fetish for mediocre men?”
Lisa pulled out her phone and started looking up Caroline’s social media.
“Oh my god, she’s actually pretty. This has to be a prank. Did your coworkers put her up to this?”
A Public Spectacle
She showed me Caroline’s photo like it was evidence of a crime.
“No one who looks like that would want someone who looks like you.”
I’d been with Lisa for 15 years, and she’d spent most of them telling me how lucky I was that she settled for me.
“Caroline says she admires my kindness, my work ethic, my sense of humor.”
Lisa doubled over laughing again.
“Your sense of humor? You haven’t made me laugh in a decade except right now. Your kindness? You mean being a doormat. Your work ethic? You mean staying at the same dead-end job forever?”
She called her sister on speaker.
“Diana, you have to hear this. Someone told Robert they have feelings for him. A real person, not a bot or a scammer. An actual woman.”
Diana started laughing too.
“Stop lying. Who would want Robert? Remember when we used to joke that you were doing charity work by marrying him?”
They’d made that joke at our wedding in their speeches in front of my family.
“It’s true. Some coworker named Caroline. She’s probably having a mental breakdown.”
Lisa pulled up more photos, then started a group video call with her mother and three sisters.
“Everyone needs to see this. Robert thinks a woman wants him.”
Her mother appeared on screen.
“Robert? Our Robert? The one who sweats when he eats?”
Her other sisters joined, laughing.
“Is she homeless? Does she need money?”
Lisa was showing them Caroline’s photos.
“Look at her. She has a master’s degree, owns her own condo, does marathons. Why would she want Robert, who gets winded walking upstairs?”
Her mother had a theory.
“Maybe she lost a bet, or it’s community service.”
They all laughed while Lisa turned the phone to show them me standing there.
“Look at his face. He actually believes someone could want him.”
“Caroline apparently wants him,”
I said quietly. Lisa’s face changed.
“She’s not serious. She probably feels sorry for you. Maybe you cried at work about how pathetic you are. Oh my god, did you pay her?”
She grabbed her purse, checking the bank statements.
“Did you hire someone to pretend to like you?”
