89coupe
09-18-2007, 08:53 AM
A woman's husband had been slipping in and out of a coma for
several months, yet she had stayed by his bedside every single day.
One day, he motioned for her to come nearer. She sat by him,
he whispered, eyes full of tears, "You know what? You have been
with me all through the bad times. When I got fired, you were there
to support me. When my business failed, you were there. When I got
shot, you were by my side. When we lost the house, you stayed right
here. When my health started failing, you were still by my side . . .
You know what?"
"What dear?"
She gently asked, smiling as her heart began to fill with warmth.
"I think you're bad luck, fuck off."
several months, yet she had stayed by his bedside every single day.
One day, he motioned for her to come nearer. She sat by him,
he whispered, eyes full of tears, "You know what? You have been
with me all through the bad times. When I got fired, you were there
to support me. When my business failed, you were there. When I got
shot, you were by my side. When we lost the house, you stayed right
here. When my health started failing, you were still by my side . . .
You know what?"
"What dear?"
She gently asked, smiling as her heart began to fill with warmth.
"I think you're bad luck, fuck off."