My first husband was a dirtbag, and a cheat.
My second husband was fun. I figured by then, that I deserved a toy, all for myself, and that’s what I got. Still wish I hadn’t broken my toy.
My third husband was good with numbers… and his hands. We’re still friends, kind of. We’re civil.
I’m looking for my fourth, you know, on the prowl. I don’t know when I’ll meet him, or where I’ll meet him, but he’s out there.