Isn't It Ironic?

On our wedding day we were so happy.  It was the two of us against the world-- now we are just against each other.  How could something so good turn so bad in only three short years?

We have been through our share of hard times and instead of supporting each other, it’s become a "blame game."  I uprooted everything to move here -- gave up a great job, my family and friends and the security of living in familiar surroundings. 

I did this out of love but instead of appreciating the sacrifices I made, Mr. Hyde was always trying to "one up" me, telling me how much more he did, how much more he contributed.  He can’t just appreciate what I did; he has to make sure everyone knows he did MORE.

As a wedding gift, he gave me a framed set of vows which I treasured. I thought the sentiments were beautiful.  In less than six months, his slamming of doors on a typical temper tantrum tirade knocked the frame to the floor and smashed the glass.  I cried and a couple of days later, I picked it up off the floor, removed the broken glass and hung them back on the wall of our room.

Six months ago, the vows mysteriously disappeared.  All that’s left is a sad little nail sticking out of the wall where they used to hang.  At first I thought he had taken them down to reframe them, but now I know they are gone.  I asked him about it once or twice and was told “they must be on the floor or something. They are there somewhere” but they aren’t.  I’ve searched the dresser and floor nearby and they aren’t hiding anywhere; they’re gone.  Isn’t it ironic?  Since they’ve been missing our marriage has been struggling.