"Don't ever marry for love. It doesn't last. Life with your father was a fairy tale for the first year. And then I realised I hated the way he ate. He'd shovel food into his mouth, reading the newspaper or briefs for work, and when he finished, he'd throw back his chair, push away his plate, let out a big sigh, and say, "Great meal, honey, great meal." That's all, every night, a sigh and a "Great meal, honey, great meal." Then he'd just wander off to his computer, chunks of noodle still in his beard. And those god damn hardening noodles would still be there when he kissed me goodnight, his one kiss before switching off the light, rolling over and snoring. No, don't marry for love. Once it wears off, you're still stuck with the man."