You get through the sometimes perfect first few weeks, when it's easy to be together and torture to be apart, and then where's the fairytale? Well, in all reality, you don't WANT the fairytale.
You want the guy who's going to lead you the bathroom, sit you down on the toilet lid, bend down and put a bandaid on your finger when you cut yourself with a way-too-sharp butter knife in the kitchen trying to slice an avocado that is SO not ripe.
That's a real knight in shining armor.
And that's the guy I have.