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I married 3 times.
When I married the first time, there was no divorce yet in my country. Why we married? It was what was expected of us, high school sweethearts, although we were not particularly enthusiastic about it. But it was the normal thing to do in our culture and social milieu. Me and her father we went along fantastically. Which is not a small thing. Same profession, similar tastes, he saw a son, I saw a father, it was great. I enjoyed hunting with him, which he did so well, and he enjoyed skying with me, that I did better than him. That masculine solidarnosh is quite effective and makes the whole show bearable. He made the mistake of dying too early.
The second time I married her after years of living together to make her feel more secure. I really wanted to stick together and as I always do, i went all the way. Unluckily for us, or luckily for me she saw or started to see the marriage as an economical/financial profit endeavor (she is American (was? who knows) and that trait is not uncommon chez les femmes there). At the end of the affair it came out just a straight financial loss. I always had enough as I do not care for money and maybe that is why it looks like it is running after me. So not a big deal. With girlies is the way around: I care for them very much but they keep coming up my way, somehow. So caring or not caring does not matter. Or not?
The third time we married after 11 years of concubinage as we got Daughter and the marriage made Wife and Daughter more secure of their financial future. There are some properties involved, and being much older than Wife, it seemed the least I could do.
My lawyer and me we are more than best friends. She loves me truly, deeply and alas purely. I mean it is a pure love. Why not. Love can be that also.
So in my cases it is cultural, and security.
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