Loving more

In relationships (in my opinion) there is someone who loves more,  gives in more,  forgives more,  and cares more.  Sometimes that's a good thing. .. someone's is a bad thing especially since they start to feel unappreciated.  It wears down on self esteem. 
The dr told me that it was common to see depression after the 6 weeks.  I thought it wasn't my case but last night I actually thought about slitting my wrists. 
I said something and it was taken out of proportion.  All I was asking was some reaffirming of love or some humor.  I was having such a good time.  I was in love.  But I got the opposite.  I got hatred, disgust and rejection.  I feel ashamed to be me.  I feel that I'm failing to a person,  mother and wife. 
I tried to mend things to no avail.  I felt that I seemed to make things worse.  I want to run away.  It hurts so much. 

When is it too late

When you get somewhere late....
When something expires....
When you finally see what is in front of you....
When you realize it wasn't real....
All my life I wanted the fairytale. Love,  kids and the white picket fence. 
It has been far from that. 
There is a force that is beyond us all.  A greater that has everything calculated and planned for us.  To what end?  I hope if is for our good.  The things that happen teach us lessons and if we don't learn them we are destined to relearn.
What is my lesson?
To Love And not be loved?
What have I yet to learn?