Does anyone, besides me, just sit back all alone in the peace and quiet of their home and think how lucky they are not to have someone?
After two failed marriages, I realize how lucky I have got it not to have someone to have to worry about or listen to their mouth. I can come and go as I please and have no one to worry about but myself. If I want company, I can just grab a couple of benjamins and go rent a Lady of the Evening for the night. In the morning, kick her to the curb. Come out cheaper in the long run. Life is good.