If that account of Jackson's marriage made you melancholy, you may prefer the productive partnership of Beatrice and Sydney Webb, who supported each other's social research and campaigning (and founded the institution I now work in). 

Beatrice’s initial diary comments were not complimentary, writing on 26 April 1890: “…his tiny tadpole body, unhealthy skin, cockney pronunciation, poverty, are all against him”.

But Sidney was smitten and sought out Beatrice’s company and advice on his work with the Fabian Society. In May Beatrice travelled to Glasgow for a Co-operative Conference: “I in one of the two comfortable seats of the carriage with Sidney Webb squatted on a portmanteau by my side, and relays of working men friends lying at full length at my feet, discussing earnestly Trade Unions, Co-operation and Socialism.”

http://blogs.lse.ac.uk/lsehistory/2016/07/22/our-partnership-the-courtship-of-sidney-and-beatrice-webb/

Finally, I've been eavesdropping on the world of Christian relationship advice books. A teen idol of pre-marital purity (Joshua Harris) has been recently rethinking his philosophy, and there's a Slate piece on that here, but reading around that news led me to another article which won my heart. Our author is briefly tempted by a fusion of Disney princess-hood and popular theology, but opts for a bracing combination of hope and hard work:

It was, I think, God's firm but kind reminder of the reality I was living in. In that mirror I saw who I really was -- a fallen image-bearer of God in a room full of other fallen image-bearers, no better or worse or more worthy of love than any of them. The world did not need my beauty -- in that moment, it needed me to throw away my coffee cup so someone else could relax with a book and hot chocolate at my table for a while. 

https://sojo.net/articles/choosing-priest-instead-princess-pitfalls-ransomed-heart-ministries

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