It just takes one thing, one tiny little offense and it can snowball And that's when you find out that that pretty little girl you married isn't a pretty little girl at all, No... A man-eater, the kind that uses your dignity as a dishtowel to wipe up any shreds of manhood that might be stuck inside the sink. 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 trying to destroy each other, like we were. And here, it turns out, the answer's pretty simple: They weren't unhappy. We were