Day and nightmare?

The woman said,

you don't really

know someone

until you live 

with them.

She should have warned, 

you don't really know

yourself until

you divorce someone.

Where did all that love go

whence does

vitriol flow.

Am I really capable

of such hatred

towards the one

I loved. 

Or is this a living,

breathing, self absorbed

day and nightmare?