Very happily married here, to my soulmate, lover and best friend all wrapped up in one gorgeous former classical Russian ballerina.
We have been married for 12 years now, and I am as happy as I was back then. Probably happier actually, as we have a couple of smashing kids to add into the family mix.
My first marriage also produced two kids, now both grown up (20 and 18) but was something of a youthful mistake I fear.
She left me when I came out of hospital, paralysed and confined to a large electric wheelchair, following nearly a year recovering from viral encephalitis. I don't blame her, I was not the same man she married in many different ways. Not least my identity and personality had changed, I was a totally different chap and she couldn't hack it.
Cannot say how I would have reacted if it had been the other way around. But it was hard at the time, what with losing my job, home, dignity, marriage and kids all at the same time - not to mention my mobility.
Funnily enough Yvonne, my second wife, and I met while I was in the wheelchair - albeit a lightweight carbon fibre model by this time as I had regained the use of my arms by then and was actually quite 'fit' as long as you only looked at my upper body
She must have really loved 'me' as she left her boyfriend who was stinking rich to come and live with a struggling writer who did not have two pennies to rub together. I did, however, have a very nice mohawk haircut