Said it before and I'll say it again - beware The Notebook.

Mrs. Beirut watched it solo one night and came to bed an absolute wreck. I mean devastated. My buddy's wife watched it and she also fell to pieces. I would classify it as a love movie as well as a nuclear weapon to launch on your woman if she's getting out of hand. After the movie she'll be clinging to you like velcro asking forgiveness for things she never even did. (As well as forgiving you for everything you actually did do.)