If only someone had ever cared enough to let you know that love could one day turn into this excruciating, soul-consuming war that makes you want to reach for the nearest knife and jab it right into another person's neck; surely you would've taken a few seconds longer before you said "I do".

You have probably heard that a wise man once gracefully said that Love is patient and that it is kind; the validity of the wisdom is in his word unquestionable; yet from where you stand starring down at the ring on your finger, you begin to appreciate that, alas, those were only words.

How did the two of you get here?