Not one happy marriage... but it ends here
I have written before about my own family history but I had this epiphany the other day - it's not just my family, it's my in-laws too. There are no happy marriages. Not one. Misery comes in many shapes and sizes, they are not all the same, but what all the marriages I know of in this family have in common is that not one of them was happy. My parents on their wedding day, August 1980. I was born in October 1980. Looking through, here's a brief summary of the marriages that led up to our family... My parents My father was married before my mother, his wife left him. I never met her. His version of events was (of course) that he was the completely innocent victim of a wicked woman, but I think she got out while she could - and good for her. My mother had known my father from their late teens, had seen his marriage end, and in the words of an old family friend, 'took pity on him'. He was drinking heavily, got her pregnant, and she refused to abort me; at that time,...