When we kids were growing up, our parents repeatedly told us that being happily married was the best state to live in.
The key phrase, of course, was happily married.
Which was obvious, since they lived together 60 years, until Death did them part.
But all of us aren’t that blessed. Some never find Mr. or Miss Perfect; others think they do but things turn sour.
Musings by an ND Domer's Mom 