Marriage is a strange relationship, probably the strangest humans have. It hogs conversations when you cross a certain age and doesn’t seem to rest even after the wedding. From my spectator’s point of view I wonder when its time to say ‘enough’? I see women staying married to men who have had affairs, married twice or even thrice (hail the believers who embrace religion to a T when it comes to polygamy and nothing else!) and who while not physically abusive have perfected the art of psychological abuse to an art form and I wonder, I wonder why they do it? And to what purpose? The commonest answer seems to be for their children specially is they have daughter, apparently its always the mother’s fault if she choose to separate her way and worse the daughters would end up paying for it when it comes time for them to enter the hellish state of matrimony. Makes sense, some say, but I wonder. If society is so perverted, and I have no doubt it is wont the same questions be raised for someone whose father’s polygamous? And what of the torture day in, day out of living in a house where the parents have so many unresolved issues which seethe under the surface, what good is a can of slithering worms writhing just below a calm surface, what havoc does it play with the psyche of the young and the not so young. However, on the flip side what mutations do adolescent psyches undergo when parents separate and they are brought up by single parents…… life was simple once upon a time, now it seems nothing is !