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I nearly laughed.Some people preached fairness,demanding 50-50.
But they're the pettiest,counting every penny,never willing to let others take even the tiniest advantage.
Their anger stems from not mooching enough.
My money returned,and my name vanished from Eric's house—items restored to their rightful owners.
Eric's face was ashen.I took my divorce papers and left without looking back.
Later,I heard Eric's parents cared for him briefly,but his brother complained it was unfair.
Eric's paid onyl the down payment for his house.Jobless,his parents paid theloans.
They called,asking me to chip in,claiming it was my duty to help him since we were once married
I snapped,"Get lost!We've only got bad blood!"
They'd likely checked with lawyers,knowing the house wasn't mine to pay for,and dropped it.
Eric's little brother later whined their parents favored him,neglecting his kids.
Biased toward the younger son,they left Eric alone,tending to their grandkids.
The last I heard of Eric was the news his death.
His parents,busy,assumed the other had checked on him.Neither did in fact.Eric starved at home.
I felt a bit sorry but deep down knew he'd brought it on himself.
Then,I overheard a middle-aged couple arguing nearby.
"I gave up my career,raised kids,cared for your parents,and this is how you treat me?"
"Spare me your words!I slave outside,while you've stayed cozy at home for years.I'm done!From now on,we split everything 50-50!"
A familiar voice appeared.
"You're invited to experience the Going Dutch System.All expenses and efforts split 50-50,absolutely fair and just.Do you agree?"
Seeing the man's excitement,I smiled.
