I grew up on Disney movies and romantic books as, I would think, a lot women did.
I'm on my second marriage and have been "in love" 3 times I would say. First time I was dumped at 18 and left heartbroken at the time. 2nd time I left him (1st husband), 3rd time (current husband).
With all 3 I had the supposed full on storybook love. Exhilirating, passionate, bliss. Until it either all went wrong or faded away.
I'm now so jaded about it all. Marriage is supposed to be until death us do part according to the vows you make to each other. Is that no matter what?Notwithstanding abuse/affairs.
Romantic movies make you believe there's a happy ever after. It's all bollocks. I'm so fucking cynical now I'm older and burned wiser.
AIBU?