Happily Ever...NOT!

I recently started understanding the truth behind Happily Ever After, it includes:
One joint account and a few other bank accounts he doesn't know I know he has, less use of the word US and more use of the word ME, late nights working overtime which are really late nights unwinding at Hooters with a few orders of wings, tits, and ass, many "I'm sorry's", and a to-do list longer then the amount of hours I'd have to spend in therapy trying to figure out...
what is love really?

You see as the female that I am, like many other women, I was raised to believe the biggest lie, the biggest hoaxed of all time! I was told he would come for me...you know, the ONE and that everyone has one. I was told he would rescue me (even if I didn't need rescuing), and that everything from then on would be complete, like Happily Ever After.
But... ummm... when would you say that begins to kick in, huh?
How long after you have decided he is the One would you say you begin to live Happily Ever After, because somewhere between the shiny diamond ring and cleanup on aisle 6 , it seems to me like love is more of a business then anything else. I mean two people uniting for the greater good of Capitalism. You gotta love fairytales. The true question in all of this is:
If love is a business does it cover health insurance?