When I was little we visited my Great Aunt Grace. She and her husband lived in the boonies. He (my uncle) was an abusive alcoholic- kept the family poor and walking on egg shells.
The home was dirty and smelly. The youngest of her kids was 18 - the rest had moved out. I hated every moment being in that home.
Driving back to my grandmas (her sister was Grace) my mom commented with admiration that Gracey & her husband had been married for over 30 years. My mom had been married under a decade to the same type of man.
I remember thinking that it was the most fucked up thing I heard. I was disgusted. Mind you, I was the kind of girl that admired an “old maid” the other wives would gossip about because she wasn’t married.
My own past marriage lasted 8 years. I prefer BY FAR my single hood.
But, to each, their own.