I am absolutely with you Kiki, and particularly that Mary surprised everyone with the twins pregnancy.
That royal photoshoot at Graasten in the summer of 2010 told us everything we ever wanted to know, but weren't game to ask. There was an almighty row of some sort just before they faced the cameras, and several people were in that row. The Dame looked like he wanted to kill someone, Jokke looked like an iceberg, Fred looked out of it ( yawn...), Mary looked nervous and jittery, and Marie had a 'holy shit I'm just going to keep smiling' face. Daisy rose above it all, as you do when you're the monarch and no-one else matters a toss.
The relationship fracture was cemented in by Fred doing 'I am a boofhead' the night before the christening. If ever there is an evening for staying at home, early dinner, playing with the kids, admiring the babies, and telling your wife she's great - that is the night.
Not our Fred....

Off out for seven or eight Tuborgs, not withstanding that he has half a brewery at home. Standing in some air-conditioned bar with flashing lights and flashier women, sucking down ale and letting his mind be numbed by the loud music. Standing there for so long that some boozed up chick thinks she can score that evening and hangs her sweaty arms round his neck.
Knowing that Mary is going to totally pay him out in the morning, when his boozy breath, red eyes and fatigue just piss her off so much that she hisses at him like a death adder, while they're standing in the church. And she hadn't even found out about the blonde at that stage .....

You wouldn't want a husband like that for quids. Just a total loser.