The story goes: Once upon a time in a land far, far away, girl meets boy. Instantly, the birds start chirping melodiously, the stars twinkle brighter, your life's soundtrack consists of harmonious, upbeat love songs as if John Mayer himself is serenading the two of you as you stroll hand in hand down the path of Love.  All is well and they live happily ever after….

But the reality is that that land is usually so far, far away that only some relationships survive the journey: so what happens when the chirping birds fly south, the stars dim as the clouds roll in and the internal music sounds more life Alanis Morissette's, Jagged Little Pill?  Your fairy tale romance starts to take a turn for the worst and plays out more like the scene in Wizard of Oz when Dorothy and the rest of her entourage enter the dark, ominous woods; an interpretation of the current state of your relationship can be visualized as the scene whether the evil flying monkeys are dismembering the poor, defenseless little scarecrow.  In a nutshell, when is it time to finally let go to a dying relationship?