Just put it in the freezer

On Tuesday I received a letter that I knew I was going to receive but it broke my heart all the same. This is the fourth such letter that I have received on official letterhead from my company in the last six years and each one I have saved. The first one was waiting on my doorstep for me when Michael and I returned from our honeymoon in October 2001.
WARN, it said in big black letters, ...in this time of financial difficulties... hard decisions about labor... you may be affected by a possible furlough...
I took my life in my own hands and took a leave of absence. For the next six months I piddled and gardened and lost 35 pounds, then I went back to work refreshed.
One year later...
WARN...more financial difficulties...another possible furlough...you may be affected...
And then just to make sure I understood they sent me another letter one month later.
WARN...blah.blah.blah.
This time I was furloughed. Thankfully after a year selling AFLAC and working as a manual laborer for a landscaper I was recalled again and returned to the not so friendly skies.
Then on Tuesday I found myself clutching my forth nastygram and crying on my husband's Brook's Brothers shirt.
"Just stick it in the freezer," he said. "It can't hurt you from in there."
"What?"
"Just stick it in the freezer."
So I did. I put the bad letter in the freezer. Sometimes my husband is pretty damn sweet.