"s**t! I can't believe you are actually getting a divorce," Alex, Jason's best friend said.
"No Alex, it's not that I am getting divorced, I am already a divorced man, I am free as a bird," Jason shouted inside the bar, his thoughts already muddled by the amount of alcohol he had consumed.
"I don't know dude, what about you kid?" Alex asked.
"The little fucker?, he f*****g cries too much, always screaming about something, I don't need him, I don't need her," he professed before downing another shot of whiskey.
"It's just that I am used to the fucker now, but I won't miss him, they could disappear from the face of the earth, as if I care," Jason scoffed again.
"But you know, she didn't let me explain, she didn't want to hear my side of the story, but I love her, I swear I do, but
