Love and Betrayal in Ten Years of Marriage

On our tenth wedding anniversary, my wife Eleanor Powell gifted me a puppy.

I took the puppy back to the pet store and sent her the divorce papers.

Her young boyfriend, Daniel Zuckerberg, tearfully begged me, "It's my fault. You can take it out on me, but don't trouble Ms. Powell with these trivial things."

Eleanor gently soothed Daniel's hand but looked at me and said, "Stop making a scene. You're thirty now. You know, you can't satisfy me on the bed anymore."

A thirty-year-old man might not match up in bed to a twenty-something, but he must have the charm of experience.