He Don't Love Me No More

He looked at me as I lay sick in that hospital bed and had the nerve to tell me, "He don't love me no more." I watched her on the witness stand in her final divorce hearing. A sweet, fifty-ish woman with sad eyes and a limp. Down below sat her handsome, graying "no-good" husband doing his best to convey an air of some respectability. "I just can't take it anymore, she cried." The Judge listened intently, though showing no emotion or judgment of any kind. "He's a cheater," she said, and "my sister told me to just come see for myself, and I did!" "I just can't take it no more." The Judge implored her to watch her step as her testimony ended and she climbed out of the witness box. The husband pleaded "not guilty" to the charge of his unfaithfulness, his reasoning was as a truck driver "a man's got to talk to somebody while he's on that road" and "that woman" referring to his disgusted, disillusioned wife, "didn't even bring me soup or fried chicken when I was laid up sick!" The spurned wife just shook her head from side to side at her elderly mother who was now her constant companion. "Twenty-four months of alimony," the Judge declared, but the husband can KEEP the disputed entertainment center. Satisfied, the woman returned to her mother. As they left the courtroom, the husband's attorney left out a large sigh. Win some, lose some, today his client had lost more than his money, he had lost a good woman. His loss!