My Wife vs. a Mango… Guess Who Won?

Summary

When I was seven years old, a handsome man Mom brought home gave me a box of mangoes.

That day, Dad watched me happily eating the mangoes as he signed his name on the divorce agreement. Then, he jumped to his death.

From that day on, mangoes became a lifelong nightmare for me.

So, on our wedding day, I told my wife, Irene Johnson, "If you ever want a divorce, just give me a mango."

She held me without saying a word. From that moment on, mangoes became forbidden for her as well.

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