“What the?” He mumbled. Must be some new marketing scheme, he figured. He opened it and found a one-page letter, also written in his handwriting.
“Jason 2025, this is you, writing from the year 2035. Your life will change dramatically in the next few moments. Lenore will hand you divorce papers the second she lets you in the house. You’ll have to ring the doorbell, as she has already changed the locks.”
He felt his spine turn to ice as a paralyzing fear stabbed his soul. He never expected this.
“The next couple of years will be very hard. I’m writing to help you through this.To tell you sometimes really bad things happen in order for something even better to come about. Jason 2025, I am telling you it will be okay. I am Jason 2035 and I have a beautiful, loving wife, two terrific kids, and a great career. For the first time in my life, I am truly happy! If it took suffering through the divorce in order to create the life I now have, I would do it again.
So, don’t fight Lenore, or try to win her back. Let her go. Hire a good attorney, not the idiot your cousin recommends. And remember, you will be okay.
Jason was numb. There was a PS.
“Oh, very important, do not fight her over the house. Let her keep it. You will get a better one, and besides, there is a sinkhole under that one”
