My parents’ divorce is the best thing that ever happened to me, and it could be the best thing that ever happened to you, too. No, I’m not projecting. I’m not lashing out or overcompensating, either. Don’t even start with me, because I don’t want pity — that’s one thing I hate about two-parent-havers. They ASSUME. Across twelve years of compulsory education, never did my school faculty learn to stop addressing their letters to a Mr. and a Mrs., nor did they stop threatening to call my mom when I was in trouble. (She doesn’t call me, man, what makes…