I harbor ill feelings toward a society, and a clergy, that allows marriage partners to

I harbor ill feelings toward a society, and a clergy, that allows marriage partners to split over the smallest incompatibility, where divorce comes in a multitude of flavors, like Baskin Robbins ice cream, where men and women can blame one another and everything except themselves for matrimony’s mess. They look for externals over which they have no control and, fingering them, take no responsibility.