There's nothing better than coming home from a carefree day, only to find a message from your lawyer. A reprimand for feeling free? Or a punishment for being happy? Is it a slap in the face for daring to forget there are people who hate you and want to blame you for all the shit they've brought onto themselves? And when are we going to eliminate the word ‘ex-husband.' He's just another person on the planet with whom you have nothing to do. Stranger. Non-relative. Space occupier. To be an ex- implies history and sometimes history must be obliterated. Right?