Definition: In this task, you are given a Reddit post as a text. Your task is to generate a title for this text. The title should start with "TIFU by", followed by a situation that caused humor. The title should contain 7-12 words, ideally.
Input: Text: let me start off by saying that i try to find the best of everyone regardless of age, gender and the color of one's skin. secondly, i am or at least used to be a very happy go lucky person, so trust me when i say this is quite a bit of a transformation i went through over the past 5 years. anyway...

so i am, was, married to someone who i thought to be my soulmate. when i first met her, i believed her to be the one person for me. she and i got along so well back when we first met. picnics, whataburger, we had it made in the shade.

or so i thought.

as time went by, i moved for her as she wanted to be close to her family. ugh, people, this is where i fucked up. she became dependent on her family rather than myself and webchatted with her friends more than her own boyfriend as well as phone and some bullshit called mobamingle. oh god, what a waste of time that site was. the best part, she had no job as her family insisted that i got a full-time job to support her. that shit was bananas. b. a. n. a. n. a. s. 

so, i took care of her as well as i could working a graveyard shift at a convenience store. as this continued, the laziness got worse. we would fight constantly and she would always make it up by giving me home-cooked food or an "i'm sorry" card. i think i stayed with her simply because of my hope of her reforming into a less-irritating person. 

~~also she gave great head.~~

~~and she swallowed.~~

i lost two cars, a girl who i was madly in love with, and tons of money to this woman because i always believed it could be better. she lied, manipulated, cheated, and broke down the very core of the happy-go-lucky mikaosol from 7 years ago, but i do have to thank her for allowing me to grow up and become more judgmental when it comes to my sos. otherwise, i'd probably be married to some crackwhore in indiana working as an assistant manager  at a mcdonalds. or worse, her.

the moral of the story...

guys, 

this is me talking to you in a serious sense. i joke around a lot as seen on my previous comments but in all seriousness...

if you hear a little man talking to you in the back of your head telling you that the relationship is not working...

listen to the little man in your head!

he may just help you break it off before you make a really big mistake.

oh and x?

if you're reading this, i still forgive you. you know why.

oh and it's the weekend!

feces.

TIFU by keeping a pair of rose-colored glasses on for longer than I should've.