Married a wonderful girl with legs that wouldn't quit and the ability to bend her body in some pretty amazing ways. She also had a very quick mind and ambition. I was ready to settle down, she seemed to be everything I was looking for. The engagement stuff went well. I'd call her collaring a "pre-wedding" and it was wonderful. Funny, good to travel with, great in bed, etc. Oh, and I WAS in love. I'd been in "grown-up" love before and this was a mature love. I meant it when I said "Till Death do us part". Every other word of our vows too.
We had issues we both ignored, some post-natal depression, change in routine, an identity crisis, etc. Other things happened. We had become two people evolving on diverging paths. I still wanted to keep it together, but one can only hold on for so long if the other wants to leave. So it ended after 11 years (longer if you count dating).
Got a great kid out of it, some naughty photos of a ballerina slave-girl, a head full of good memories, a shattered heart that has made me take a LONG look at myself and my assumptions.
Maybe we'll be friends again in a few years. We'll see. Right now I ignore her as much as possible. The split has been civil.
I don't know if I will do it again. I'm not done grieving. But I allow for the possibility.
Fornicating had remarkably little to do with it all.