Their marriage was a mistake, but they both knew that from the beginning. It was unfortunate, but it was true. They didn’t love each other. She thought he was a good kisser, and he thought she wasn’t too terrible looking. Their relationship started with an act of rebellion from her, and the average end of a party for him. The dreaded, or perhaps blessed, one night stand.
For her, it was a case of completely rotten luck. For him, it was a statistical eventuality. She was pregnant. They got married because his mother told him it was what he should do, and she knew that she wouldn’t be able to finance a kid by herself. They thought they might be able to make it work—necessity and what not, but no.
They both loved their daughter—but their marriage was a mistake.