Once upon a very long while back, a then older and wiser? wit commented that, "if you want to know what your future wife will be like in 40 years, just visit her place for supper and check out her mother." In that respect I was fortunate. After watching multiple acquaintances go through the "Seventh Anniversary-Honey I want a divorce-Poor schmuck having to sell everything off to pay the court and lawyer-still paying alimony" horror show, I stayed single. It can be lonely but at least I have never awakened to a female doing Le Freeque and trying to re-arrange my face with a frying pan because midol and chianti don't mix.
