Mrs Didge and I have been married for 57 years. I thought we were happy. She thought we were happy. Then, this morning, I filled out one of Quizzy's questions about marriage and learned that I'm a total failure.
Here's the relevant bit: "You're Bad at Marriage. You're better off on your own, and there's nothing wrong with that. Some of us just weren't cut out to live with another human."
Please advise me what to do. Should we separate? And, if we do, who gets the dog?