Love is...
I'd been married to my first wife for about a month or so when her mum died of cancer.

Even though we were newlyweds, it wasn't the happiest of times, of course, and she really struggled to get through it. So, to bring a little bit of cheer to my wife's life, I cooked a really nice meal at home. She appreciated it, but still couldn't shake off this gloom - not even for a night.

We were both clearing up in the kitchen after the meal and the shell of the watermelon I'd served as part of the meal was sitting on the worktop.

In an impromptu attempt to make her laugh at my stupidity, I put it on my head, like a helmet, and shouted "Oh no, I've got a melon-oma!".

I hung my head in shame the second I realised what I'd said and she ran off upstairs in tears, leaving me to finish the clearing up, alone.
(Expiry, Mon 20 Aug 2012, 1:04, 3 replies)

what a miserable bitch.

( mark morrisons prison shoes I love Willie, Mon 20 Aug 2012, 10:10, closed)

No sense of tumour

( 2 Can Chunder Word to your mums, I came to prod bums, Mon 20 Aug 2012, 18:11, closed)

I can understand why you used the term "first wife"....
(Maclir, Mon 20 Aug 2012, 14:01, closed)