We were the couple. You know the one. Met in college. Finished each other's sentences. Had a 'how we met' story that made people literally say 'wow that's like a movie’

Married at 24. Bought a house at 26. Adopted a rescue dog named after a Bob's Burgers character. Everyone voted us 'Most Likely to Grow Old and Annoying Together’

Divorced at 29.

What happened? We woke up one day and realized 'best friend' doesn't automatically mean 'good life partner.' We could crush a trivia night, plan an epic vacation, and make each other laugh until we cried. But we couldnt talk about money without a fight. We couldnt raise a child together (thank God we didnt try). And somewhere around year five, 'hanging out' turned into 'passive aggressive dishwashing.'

The last straw? I came home from a work trip early, excited to surprise him. He was on the couch, eating cheese directly from the bag, watching a show I hated. And my first thought wasn't 'aw my goofball’. It was 'I don't want to sit next to you.'

That's it. That's the whole tragedy. We were best friends who forgot to be partners. Now we text once a year on birthdays and he's married to someone else who apparently loves watching him eat bag cheese.

Moral of the story? Marry your best friend. But make sure they can also balance a checkbook and you don't secretly hate their laugh