Oh, no, that's tragic. Anyone with so many marriages must be emotionally numb.<quoted text>
So you are OK with folks who divorce and remarry 5-6-7 plus times with children all over the place? Unlike most prot denominations the Catholic Church requires those seeking marriage in the Church undergo extensive instruction. In times past the Banns of Marriage were even posted on the church doors and announced from the ambo. To borrow from another cliche...if you can't do the time don't do the crime!
I grew up in a Baptist Church and I was married there during a phase of re-commitment to my church. We were counselled (several group classes, literature, and private interviews)- the Pastor at my church required any couple that he married to be counselled this way. I already had a child, so we were counselled about adoption - my husband adopted my child. My daughter was included in our ceremony. I was sincere with my promises to God and to my husband - it was a little later before I rejected Christianity completely. I originally thought my marriage was a "commitment" and it was a little later before I considered it more like a "contract". Guess what! It was a contract all along. I didn't anticipate being smarter later in life - I didn't know how dumb and young I was. "Until we die" meant: I like the way things are NOW and I think they will always be this way.
Lucky for me - I met a great guy. We matured together and became great business partners, because that's who contracts are for: business partners. We literally took business classes together and used the concepts to run our household. We were prepared to love each other - my glimpse into the future didn't include wrecked cars, disabled parents, floods, debt, depression - I imagined sunshine and rainbows. It must have been obvious to everyone but us, but no one stopped us from being disillusioned - my family was just grateful and relieved the someone was going to help me take care of that child. I often feel like the luckiest person in the world to have found my true mate, my soul mate, my star-crossed lover - on the first try! I've often patted myself on the back for not rushing into marriage for panic of being pregnant. My young pregnancy was a crisis that my man stepped in to rescue me from. Isn't it a good thing that he wasn't a lying jerk?? I'm just lucky.
Everyone isn't lucky. Some guys (& girls) are lying jerks!! If you realized that you made a mistake - that confusion and circumstances clouded your judgement - that you chose the wrong one, you SHOULD go try to find the right one. Forcing love for the sake of keeping promises is self-defeating. A mommy and daddy who are always unhappy are not good parents. One good parent is better than 2 bad parents.