How to Be the Right Person

My childhood fairy tale was to grow up, fall in love, then get married and live happily ever after. My parents were married for more than fifty years. When I was young I seldom heard a harsh word between them. Mom and Dad seemed to prove that the fairy tale was real.

Alas, for me, after ten years of marriage to my high school sweetheart Jo Anne, the “happily ever after” part was shredded by conflict.

Then I met Jill. We lived “happily ever after” for three years.

Next I met and married Susan. It...