We get divorce, we get conned, someone we love dies, or we can't find anybody to love us or somebody breaks our heart and we realize this fairy tale ain't fair. So we suffer.
Folks want to glow, to leave their worries and dead skin behind.
It's not that marriage itself is bad; it's the people we marry who give it a bad name.
You've been killing me inside and I don't want to die like this.
What I do know is sometimes we love the wrong people and sometimes we marry them.
Back then I confused passions and orgasms with love. It look me years to realize the two weren't synonymous.