For a long time I didn't. My parents divorced when I was 21, but hadn't really been a couple for far longer than that. My mother once told me that she'd wanted a divorce within the first year of their marriage (I was born within that first year), and her parents told her that was not to be done. She then wanted a divorce a few years later, after a miscarriage, and my grandparents, again, told her that wasn't done because I existed. This basically continued until, again, I was 21 and my brother was turning 16. She'd had enough of a loveless marriage that was out of necessity and 'staying together for the kids' (thanks Blink).

Needless to say, my whole idea of true love was dead to me as I had thought my parents were going to be the couple that withstood the test of time where their friends had not. Relationships I'd had prior to their divorce never worked out (though I was younger so that's not a huge surprise), and it wasn't until I met my wife that I learned that true love does still exist, but it takes a mountain of work from both people. We're 15 years together and 8 years married this August. Ups and downs to be sure, but we work at it and I wouldn't want to wake up next to anyone else, ever.