Ignore all Previous references to being married

I'm divorced....again. This time I'm ready to be divorced. I have my own house, I pay my own bills what the hell do I need a man for? No more sweaty panting ass grunting over me whether I want it or not. No more dirty clothes everywhere but the hamper, no more dirty dishes stuffed in the bedside table, no more food I had planned for something else gone out of the frig., no more finding out bills are not paid when they should have been, men are such filthy disgusting creatures. It's really nice to live in a clean home.