Hmmm, I did this properly by marrying a lass when I was 19, on the grounds that I loved her and I thought a bit of security may help her rather excitable nature. As we moved into our early 20’s, she was diagnosed as bi-polar, had an eating disorder, and substance problems. We separated when I was 26, after effectively losing these years to total chaos, of the kind a you would have to live to believe, the only real breaks were the times she was sectioned in hospital. I’m 36 now, dead happy, single but a bit of a tart. She died a couple of years ago, and I did go to her funeral, and although I didn’t feel saddened by her loss but I was hit by the fact her mum and dad were the only others to attend, despite being on of 5 children.