Getting married is very much like going to a restaurant with friends. You order what you want, then when you see what the other person has, you wish you had ordered that.
Wife: If I die first, I want you to promise to let my mother ride in the first car with you at the funeral procession. Husband: OK, but it will totally ruin my day!
Truth of Life: Husband makes a mistake, wife shouts and husband says sorry. Wife makes a mistake, husbands shouts and wife cries, and husband again says sorry.
Before marriage: Roses are red, sky is blue. you are beautiful, I love you. After marriage: Roses are dead, I’m blue. you are my headache, one day I’ll kill you.