My first marriage lasted 2 years. I was married and divorced before my 25th Birthday. I don't blame my ex-wife, at all. She was a pretty good wife and an excellent mother. We're still friends today, through it all. My issue was her family. Everyday, all the time. Just not a healthy environment. She never remarried, though there was one or two serious candidates, but the family was still there. An artist who did a sketch of her one the beach during one vacation said she looks like a Bohemian Model. She was very pretty, and even at 64 years old, she still is.
We had one son, he was one when I left. He turned 40 last October.
I stayed involved in his life, and still do, even though he live nearly 1000 miles away.
Joyce, my second marriage, was perfect, in my opinion, Witty, smart, pretty, shapely, and out going. She readily accepted my first son, and she and Diane, my first wife, get along well, too. Her brothers and sisters are like my own. JOyce and I have 2 kids, a boy who just turned 34, and a girl who turned 29 in December. The three "kids" always got along wonderfully, too.
I was VERY lucky.