My parents were about the same and were married for over 50 years. My mom also had to ask my dad out because he had no game/was clueless about reading the flirting happening.
My inlaws got married on the 6th day after they met.
Married twice (to each other, FIL was married 3x total with one ex-wife), divorced once, separated another time. MIL started dating her new bf within 3 months of FILās funeral.
We got engaged six weeks after meeting, and got married 6 months after that. The first couple of years were pretty challenging because we barely knew each other. There were times that I thought that I had made a big mistake. Iām pretty sure that she had similar thoughts, though we never expressed them to each other.
One day I was lamenting the negative ways that she was different from the other girls that I had dated when a book title came to mind. It was called āLove is a choiceā. I realized that I could dwell on the things that didnāt make me happy, or remember all of the things that she did that made me happy. My attitude shifted that day because I made the choice to continue loving her.
That day, 2 yolks in a bowl, 1 clove of garlic minced. a touch of dijon mustard, anchovy paste, worcestershire sauce, lemon juice and a couple of drops of tabasco, whip until frothy and add oil, I donāt like all olive oil so I go 1/2 and 1/2 veg, canola etc. about 1/3 cup, then add the lettuce cheese, croutons mix, topped with home cooked bacon bits.
My good friendās parents have divorced and remarried each other well. Hard to wrap my head around that, but good for them. By her account theyāre happy and stable in their older age.
My parents married in 67 divorced in 79 remarried in 89 and are still married. Neither ever remarried in the interim. My dad dated several women while they were divorced, I think my mom went on 2 dates.
Or an open marriage. I canāt get my mind wrapped around re-marrying an ex-spouse.
I knew my first marriage needed to end when my then wife - during a terrible fight about nothing - said that she hoped I was murdered at work that night (I was a patrol cop at the time; so, that shit happens) and I believed her. Moved out the next weekend and initiated divorce proceedings.
A corollary thread to this might be, how you knew it was over ā¦