It’s The Pitts: Mismatched
It’s no wonder brides cry on the day they’re married. It’s because they know the odds of their marriage ending in divorce are 50 percent.
If the bride is brave enough to try it a second time, the odds are even worse, with two-thirds of all second marriages ending in divorce.
One wouldn’t believe the number of adults I know who are on their third marriage, and 75 percent of those marriages will end in divorce.
With more and more people marrying people online that they’ve never met, the odds of a marriage succeeding are about the same as a cow catching a rabbit in a foot race.
With the rise of technology, these numbers are only going to get worse.
I knew one couple wasn’t going to make it after the first week, in which the man who worked outside of the home had the ability to adjust the heater and air conditioner from his phone, so his poor wife at home had to either freeze or get heat prostration because he was always adjusting the thermostat to save money.
Just by reading obituaries, it sure seems to me ranch couples get divorced a lot less. I think one of the reasons for this is part of a rancher’s success depends, to a large extent, on his or her ability to sort out the keepers from the culls.
I’ve found judging team members tend to have far greater success in what is now referred to as the “sociocultural interface.”
Another reason ranch marriages tend to last is because ranchers are seldom home and are outside working, while traditional ranch wives are usually inside doing the books and running the household – so they rarely have to come in contact.
Over the years, I’ve formulated rock solid rules the “matrimonally challenged” should take into consideration before tying the knot.
For example, a hay farmer should never marry someone who loves horses because the horse side of the operation will grow to the exact point at which the horses will eat up all the farmer’s profits.
Headers and heelers should never tie the knot because it will always be the other’s fault, and even if they do manage to win, it will ALWAYS be because the male made a beautiful head catch and the female had to come along and clean up the mess.
Finally, a dairyman should never marry a rancher. I don’t know why this is, it just is.
A spender should never marry a saver, a meat eater should never marry a vegan and a smoker should never marry a non-smoker.
One who snores should never marry someone who doesn’t, unless they have separate bedrooms waaaaaay far apart, one of them is deaf or one of them is going to sleep outside.
Finally, a male rancher should never marry a female younger than his youngest daughter.
Personally, I love being married, and I’m living proof if you do it right the first time, you don’t have to do it very often. But, I’ve had so many urban friends get divorced, I can tell on their wedding day if the marriage is going to last – especially if it’s obvious the marriage is for “resource extraction” purposes only.
I’ve reached the conclusion most marriages end in divorce because one or the other is married but not fanatical about it.
If either person constantly refers to the other as honeybunch, darling, love or “their current wife,” it’s because they’ve been married so many times they can’t keep all of the names straight.
If the groom and the preacher are on a first name basis, have a frequent user club or their parting words are, “Good job, see you next time,” the marriage is guaranteed to fail. If a man jokes he has a five-mile marriage license or their marriage license has an expiration date, the couple will split the sheets eventually.
If, on their third honeymoon, the bride and groom get separate rooms and not too close together, the marriage is going to fail faster than the piñata at a child’s birthday party.
So, if you are a woman contemplating marriage, I have a word of advice: It would be cheaper and far more rewarding to get yourself a cat instead of a husband because they’ll basically both do the same thing – lay on the couch all day and shed hair.