My parents were married 65 years, until my father died.  They should have gotten divorced shortly after they got married -- everyone, who they ever knew, knew they were miserable with each other -- but they were good Catholics.  However, they made the lives of my sister and me miserable until they died, or at least tried to -- my sister and I kept our distance after we reached 18 and left home.  Did I mention they considered themselves very good Catholics?  I know you probably think that I should be more understanding and forgiving, but then you weren't one of their children. As for their 'friends' -- they never really had any -- no one could stand to be around them and their fighting for very long.  What a waste of two lives.