Every now and then, it's a good idea to surf over to the .uk domain and look at what's in the British papers. And since it's Friday, we all need a little diversion.
From the Daily Mail, a weird but interesting piece about five women who married men that they didn't love.
Three of them are still married to the guy. (I don't think the ones in the photo are still together, but that's probably more about the hair....)
Of the three that worked, one was a fast-moving internet thing:
'I saw that he was in Atlanta, U.S., but I still sent him a message complimenting his writing. He replied and we struck up some email banter. We then began talking daily on the phone and realised there was some real chemistry.
'After four months, Edward asked me to fly to Atlanta to marry him. Most of my friends and family were horrified but sometimes in life you have to go with your gut instinct.
'In November 2007, I travelled to Atlanta and knew instantly that we were going to have an amazing life. I didn’t love him then — because I think that takes time — but I knew it would come.
One is your garden-variety Indian arranged marriage:
'My family kept telling me what a wonderful husband he’d make and how our zodiac charts showed the best match they had ever seen.
'So, two week’s later, we announced our engagement. My mother is never wrong about anything and I trusted her to get this right too
'After an amazing traditional wedding in India, we came back to the UK. My British friends were shocked. And I won’t deny the first three years were very testing — we were, after all, both living with strangers.
'But slowly, day by day, as I got to know Amarjit’s kindness and humour, love grew.
'Now he is not only my best friend, he is my one and only true love.'
And one is basically a Lifetime TV movie:
'We’d been dating ten months when he was diagnosed with multiple myeloma — a very rare cancer that affects the spine and back.
'He underwent radiotherapy to shrink the tumours and doctors told him the treatment could leave him infertile. Neither of us knew that I was in the early stages of pregnancy.
'The thought of a childless future nursing a sick man terrified me and, as heartless as it sounds, I told Jason I wanted to end it.
''I’d have been the cruellest woman in the world to cancel the wedding and not continue with the pregnancy when it would make Jason so happy.
'The first year of our marriage was hellish — Jason just wanted us to be a family whereas I felt that marriage and motherhood had been forced upon me.
'We were approaching our fourth anniversary when Jason’s cancer returned with a vengeance. His underwent a bone marrow transplant but his prognosis was grim.
'Suddenly, the thought of losing this wonderful, caring husband and father was unbearable.
'I realised then — for the first time — how deeply I loved him.
'I stayed by his bed for six weeks telling him over and over that I loved him — trying to make up for all the times I’d never said it before.
'He pulled through and has been cancer free for the past nine years.
'Despite our shaky start, I now adore him and believe we will be together for ever.'
The ones that didn't work are, as Tolstoy might have said, pretty much alike.
Is this the way great marriages work? Is this the way love works, in general? Part of me thinks the answer to both questions is "yes."
But then, I'm not married.