some helpful books on building a strong home, understanding their temperaments, sexual knowledge, and the challenges their marriage would face. I did none of the above. I simply served as the “marrying parson” believing they would “live happily ever after.” After all, they were adults, older than I, and they should have known what they wanted in the person with whom they would share the rest of their lives. My naiveté was glaringly exposed in this traumatic incident. But I learned from it. I determined