My husband’s best friend bet him I’d cry when they served me divorce papers at Christmas dinner—“women are so predictable,” he laughed. I signed immediately, without a single tear, then calmly handed them a wrapped present. When they opened it, their smiles froze, their faces drained of color, and the room fell into stunned silence as they realized what I had really just given them.
My husband’s best friend bet him I’d cry when they served me divorce papers at Christmas dinner. Women are so…