Hey, so this story is told from Emmett's point of view, soooooo enjoy...
I finally felt free, no responsiblilies, no jobs, nothing, it felt so good. The divorce had just cleared, Rosalie was no longer my wife, I was once again a bachelor, and a pretty fine one at that. She was in tears, I knew I should have felt bad but I didn't. Lately I had been realizing that our marriage was a lie, she kept on hugging me to make me feel better; but she knew, she knew that when I was frustrated I wanted to be alone with my thoughts. I wanted to get through it by myself. Rosalie was moving out, I didn't want to leave, I liked everyone here, but she wasn't quiet so thrilled about all of them. I heard a screech in the driveway, it was the moving truck, come to take away the loads of unnesecary clothing that Rosalie had stored in her 1500 square foot closet. It would take a miracle just to fit it all into that little truck. I didn't want to go help, I wanted to break off all connections with her, I her to drop off the grid. I didn't need her lecturing me and trying to convince me that we were in fact meant for each other when we so obviously weren't. In half an hour she would be dead to me, just another scratch on the blackboard; and I, I would finally be satisfied with myself, nobody to criticize my habits, nobody to wreck my jeep. I still had my family, and that's all I needed.