We may be disappointed in our spouses at once because they are too much like our parents and because they are too little like our parents.
While more fortunate marriage may have the character and fervor of non-peaceful coexistence, all too many marriages devolve into states of peaceful co-nonexistence.
A wife, a husband, can be a life, or only a storage device, a cabinet in which we lock away the secrets of our own abandoned hearts.