We are from that early 1960’s group. My wife grew up as the oldest of three girls who were orphaned as children. I met her as I then assa 20 year old single mom living alone. Happy, responsible, and never complaining. In two weeks I had seen enough and while exchanging small talk one evening in her home I asked her one question,”Can you think of a reason why we shouldn’t get married? “ She thought for a few seconds and said “ no I can’t think of any”. I then assured her that this didn’t mean I was inviting myself to start living together. She assured me that she fully understood that was not my intent. I loved her so much that I would never have put her in a situation where she was compelled to question my intentions. And I guess she already knew that. A month later we were one.