Just to be the Devil's Advocate, here:

At least twice, maybe three times a day, maybe more, out of the blue, apropos of nothing, I say to my Beautiful Wife: "Thank you."

She'll say, "What for?"

"For marrying me, and saving me from a life as an Old Bachelor."

Bachelorhood was a dreary, emotionally unsettled, socially unstable, trying way to live. I had thirty-three years of it. I've now had thirty-eight years of a great marriage, and it's LOTS better. Your mileage may vary.

Dave Oesterreich