This is how a husband recently described his marriage to me:

Functional but unhappy. Just like my parents.  At least that’s how I saw their marriage,  functional but unhappy.  They looked so good from the outside, but living with them it was obvious: they both were miserable.  Our home life was miserable.   I swore I’d never end like them.  But here I am.

It hadn’t started that way with his wife of 22 years.  Theirs had been an electrifying romance.   High school sweethearts, two striking individuals, both with razor-sharp minds and wicked senses of humor: everyone around them had concurred, they seemed made for one another.

So what happened?   (Read more…)