Defenestrated

That is how a love story goes, people professing eternal fealty, invoking the Almighty's guidance, just cannot live without the other one. But when bills start to pile up, mortgage is a baggage, his head begins to shine, she smiles like a little baby, he cannot get it up anymore, she is often not in the mood, he snores every night like thunder, her feet's scent is like gunpowder, his breath smells just like a sewer, her underarms stink like a skunk's, he demands coffee and she prefers tea, he collects Dvorak and she digs Bacharach, he squeezes the toothpaste in the middle instead of bottom, she scatters her dirty underwear all over the bathroom floor… ah, that is when love or what remains of it becomes so wonderful that it is cast aside and it is time to call the firemen and police, maybe the bishop or the local parish priest or better still, run to the nearest county judge. Love...defenestrated !!!