5 Reasons Why I Don’t Miss Marriage

(courtesy Huffington Post)

A buddy of mine went through a nasty divorce last year. Almost every late afternoon I’d see him stumble into our local pub, his face pale, hair disheveled, eyes wide and bloodshot. In the words of the great Hemingway, he looked, “defeated.” He’d sit beside me at the bar, order a beer, and practically start crying into it.

“She’s taking me to the cleaners, Vin,” he’d lament. “But I don’t care. I just…