I'm 70, and I've been married four times. In the first marriage, I saw the real man 24 hours after the ceremony. The second time, it was three weeks. The third time, it was 15 years. This time, if there's another man in there, I haven't seen him yet, and I doubt I'll live long enough to see him. I'm sure I changed during each marriage, too. I like to think I didn't turn into a monster.