People ask me why I got divorced.

Well, it all started last week, on my birthday.

When I woke up that morning, my wife didn’t say a word. No “happy birthday,” no kiss, no card — nothing.

I checked my phone, hoping maybe my parents had remembered.

Nothing.

Even my kids forgot.

By the time I got to work, I was feeling pretty miserable. I thought maybe at least one of my colleagues would remember.

But no.

I walked through the office, said good morning to everyone, and not a single person wished me happy birthday.

Then I entered my office, and my secretary looked up with a big smile.

“Happy birthday, boss!”

I couldn’t believe it. She was the only person who remembered. I felt so special.

A little later, she asked me if I wanted to go out for lunch.

Of course, I said yes.

We had a nice lunch together, and afterward she smiled and said, “Why don’t we go back to my apartment for a little while?”

I was surprised, but I agreed.

When we arrived, she looked at me and said, “Do you mind if I go into the bedroom for a minute?”

“Okay,” I said.

Five minutes later, she came out carrying a birthday cake.

Behind her were my wife, my parents, my kids, my friends, and all my colleagues.

They all shouted:

“SURPRISE!!!”

While I was waiting on the sofa… naked.