So, just to uplift the mood, maybe make this a little more comical, let me tell you a little story about a guy I knew once. We'll call him Craig, because that was his name.
He married this girl. She was, his words, "smokin' hot". He bought the cow and paid for the privilege.
One day, he came home from work. There she was with her mother and a stack of paperwork.
"It's clear to us <gesturing to her mother> that you'll never make more than XXX per year. Therefore, we've decided to divorce you."
He was lucky he hadn't had kids with this woman. In any case, while most men don't kiss the wife goodbye when they leave the house, many, like Craig here, did kiss the house (and a couple of toys besides) good-bye when they left the wife.
As post-mortem, and just to see if he'd learned anything, I asked him, "so, was it worth it?" His reply: "she was smokin' hot!"
See, we've got two brains, but only enough blood flow to use one at a time. I'm married but my stuff is mine, as I've seen to it, push come to shove... and it won't, precisely because I'm prepared for it to do so. In fact, I've also seen to it that my wife's stuff is hers - because being prepared doesn't necessitate being a bunghole. I chose well anyway, and, if I die, she and the "next of" can pick through the rubble freely.
Be smart. Always CYA. People respect that and it prevents a lot of conflict. Women respect that. Above all, don't be like Craig, getting led around by Dick Sargent of Bewitched fame.
There is some truth in Floob's rather experienced take. I'm more of the mind that you can play the game (if you like the game) but that you want to wear your cup and think for yourself, always, the most dangerous pronoun being "we". People are fallible, even when they're well-intended, so you have to be exceedingly careful in what you place faith.
