Relationships are so… fragile. It just takes one thing - one tiny little offence, and it can snowball on you. And if that snowball starts to pick up speed - god forbid - you better tuck and go, my friend. […] And bam, the shine’s off the apple. And that’s when you find out that pretty little girl you married, it isn’t a pretty little girl at all. No, she’s… a maneater. And I’m not talking about the “whoa, WHOA, here she comes!” kind of maneater. I’m talking about the kind that uses your dignity as a dishtowel to wipe up any shreds of manhood that might be stuck inside the sink. Of course - I may have tormented her from time to time, but honest to god, that’s what I thought marriage was all about, so much so that by the end of that relationship, I honestly don’t know who I hated more. Her, or me. I used to sit around and wonder why our friends weren’t try to destroy each other like we were. And here turns out the answer was pretty simple. They weren’t unhappy, we were. Relationship don’t work the way they do on television and in the movies. Will they, won’t they, and then they finally do and they’re happy forever - give me a break. Nine out of ten of them end because they weren’t right for each other to begin with, and half of the ones that get married get divorced anyway, and I’m telling you, right now through all this stuff I have not become a cynic, I haven’t. Yes, I do happen to believe that love is mainly about pushing chocolate-covered candies - and you know, in some cultures, a chicken. You can call me a sucker, I don’t care. ‘cause I do, believe in it. Bottom line is, the couples that are truly right for each other wade through the same crap as everybody else, but the big difference is… they don’t let it take them down. One of those two people will stand up and fight for that relationship every time. If it’s right, and they’re real lucky, one of ‘em will say something.

Relationships are so… fragile. It just takes one thing - one tiny little offence, and it can snowball on you. And if that snowball starts to pick up speed - god forbid - you better tuck and go, my friend. […] And bam, the shine’s off the apple. And that’s when you find out that pretty little girl you married, it isn’t a pretty little girl at all. No, she’s… a maneater. And I’m not talking about the “whoa, WHOA, here she comes!” kind of maneater. I’m talking about the kind that uses your dignity as a dishtowel to wipe up any shreds of manhood that might be stuck inside the sink. Of course - I may have tormented her from time to time, but honest to god, that’s what I thought marriage was all about, so much so that by the end of that relationship, I honestly don’t know who I hated more. Her, or me. I used to sit around and wonder why our friends weren’t try to destroy each other like we were. And here turns out the answer was pretty simple. They weren’t unhappy, we were. Relationship don’t work the way they do on television and in the movies. Will they, won’t they, and then they finally do and they’re happy forever - give me a break. Nine out of ten of them end because they weren’t right for each other to begin with, and half of the ones that get married get divorced anyway, and I’m telling you, right now through all this stuff I have not become a cynic, I haven’t. Yes, I do happen to believe that love is mainly about pushing chocolate-covered candies - and you know, in some cultures, a chicken. You can call me a sucker, I don’t care. ‘cause I do, believe in it. Bottom line is, the couples that are truly right for each other wade through the same crap as everybody else, but the big difference is… they don’t let it take them down. One of those two people will stand up and fight for that relationship every time. If it’s right, and they’re real lucky, one of ‘em will say something.