The Wonderful Man I married was as different from me as is possible; I was from the underclass, he was very middle class; I was terminally poor, he had savings (!!); I was divorced, he was single; I was 32, he was 23; his home life had been stable, mine was chaotic. I loved the bones of him and he was my best friend and I believed that, and the Christian faith that we had in common, would be enough for us to make a success of our marriage. And so it has proved - I had no doubts and neither did he and 31 years later we have endured many difficulties, but always pulled together and I still love him to pieces, as he does me.