A relationship is like a poorly constructed unicycle. Some people are able to stay balanced and ride the unicycle forever on the first try, however most people get on a unicycle and the wheel starts getting wobbly and they crash hard into a light pole or picket fence. Now since the unicycle is poorly constructed inevitably the wheel is going to be slightly bent or the frame is going to be damaged; so it is imperative that instead of trying to get back on the unicycle and ride you just toss it away and purchase a new unicycle. Sadly though, for some reason, people always seem to get back on the damaged unicycle and although it may go well for a few meters there is always going to be another crash, and its usually much worse this time do to the flimsy unicycle. Plus, if you keep giving the old unicycle attention it will start texting you in the middle of the night and maybe even start showing up at your work place. Next thing you know your all liquored up and somehow the old unicycle has somehow found it was underneath you and you are riding it again! I mean you know the unicycle is fucken crazy and dangerous so why the hell would you be on it! Somehow, you screw up bad and the old unicycle is out of the trash and back in your home, and the only thing you know to do is to destroy it with hammer, put it in a giant steel drum, and bury it in rural Illinois, then your family and friends rat you out and its all over!
So for god sakes, after the first crash, buy a new unicycle.
women. what can ya say?