My marriage was like a bad movie

I really wanted to see this movie.  I'll admit that, when I saw the previews, I questioned if I should go.  I sought counsel and was told "no movie is perfect" so I bought my ticket and went in.  Shortly into the movie I wondered if I should get up and leave.  But I'm the kind of girl who never leaves a movie, no matter how bad it is.  So I stayed, telling myself, "surely this will get better, this has to get better."  The movie went on and on, only getting worse with time.  And even though I refused to leave I shouted my discontent to everyone around me, "This movie sucks!  Why me?"  I became bitter over the poor quality of the movie and everyone else in the theater started to move farther and farther away from me.  I resented the people who bought tickets to the good movie playing next door.  But then the credits rolled, the lights came on and the usher came to me and said, "You can leave."  Now the light of day hurts my eyes, but I am marching toward it with confidence.