These are the times when it’s time to head to the lab, see what’s on the slab, and then get elbow deep in it’s guts to see where things went wrong. More often than not, it calls for a mix of tough love and a liberal application of The Chair Leg of Truth. Once you get past a time when being marriage was less of a way of sealing contracts or property exchanges and people started marrying for love and companionship, that’s exactly how it works.
Shit, I remember at one point I found her on Facebook years later out of curiosity, and she’s into that whole fixing the bad boy thing.
The years that followed up to the present I never once got into any relationship, both for reasons well beyond my control and for my own personal fuckups.