Like all good Fairy tales it has a storyline that dips and soars - and more often flat lines.
The hero leaves the toilet seat up, clears his throat while he watches TV and frequently acts like a Bachelor.
These actions (and many more) cause the heroine so much grief she can't believe she married such an imbecile. We'll save her mood swings, failing eyesight and diminished sex drive for another post.
Less Beauty and more Beastly...
The bad can overwhelm the good and make it seem very hard. Which it is.
Marriage is work.
Extenuating circumstances aside, it can require more effort to stay and keep going than to move on.
When you struggle and wonder if leaving would be better.
When you dream of having the bathroom to yourself, or long to read a newspaper that hasn't been decimated and strewn around the house before you get to it. When you are reduced to being annoyed by the way he even breathes.
Then try to remember what it was like when you met.
The serendipity that brought you together.