It’s very late at night here, and when it’s late at night, I sometimes like to tell stories. So, please allow me to tell you one….
I have been married and divorced twice. I married my first wife because of her looks — she was stunningly beautiful and could make the whole room go quiet when she entered.
I married my second wife for her brains. She had an astronomical IQ and did complex mathematics in her head without needing to write anything down or use a calculator.
In both cases, I married wrong.
It seems to me now that kindness is far more important to a happy relationship than either brains or beauty. But I was too young to understand that back in the days when I had a tendency to marry people.
Neither of my wives was kind.