As a child, my dreams of marriage and love and relationships were tied up in what I thought was the perfect picture of romance- flowers (every week at least), long walks, romantic dinners, exquisite trips, big diamonds, the whole enchilada. And while I can now say that I've been on the receiving end of pretty much all those things, sometimes my flesh can rear its ugly head in the form of unspoken and unmet expectations that fester into anger and bitterness.