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.
They weren't unhappy. We were
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