We liked the same music, but little common interest in movies. Now any of her favorite songs make me sick. Her personal favorite is Let Me Be Myself by 3 Doors Down. I hate that song now. Anytime I find something around my apartment that reminds me of her I destroy it. I mean agressive destruction. It may seem crazy, but I get closure when I do it. Last weekend I took my wedding ring to my chemistry lab an melted it down to nothing. Found out that it wasn't made of gold after all. I guess it was like our marriage, fake.