Let me present you, dear reader, with a hypothetical. You date in your teens and twenties — like most of us — and your first long-term relationship ends in a brutal rejection or betrayal — not unlike most of us. After a few months of eating naught but Snickers and Bacardi, you move on to bad poetry and Morrissey — you work through the stages of relationship grief, and you get on with your life. After a few years of focusing on your career, you get back into the wasteland of dating. And, a little later on; you meet The One. Or close enough, anyway. You get married. After a few years of connubial bliss; your first great love…