We made a joke about it at work many years ago - if you get a life sentence you get remission for good conduct but there's no let-off from marriage.
At the time I thought it was funny (not very just mildly comical) Now with 50 years looming on the horizon there's no joke about it.
OK, so we have a niceish house and a lovely view, but I can't go for a little stroll to the shops to fetch the paper without a perilous hike along a single track road with lots of traffic, so that every few yards I have to take to the ditch. I do have an allover Scotland bus pass - anywhere at all for free, but I have to take the car 7 miles to catch the nearest bus.
Sometimes I wake in the morning and can't think what on earth I want to get up for. Husband is not sociable and can sit and watch TV or read the paper -occasionally a book. If I don't take the car to visit there are days when there's just him and me.
It was bearable with a day or two a week at work - not for the money, for the crack.
It's a luxury to moan at length when nobody I know reads it. Just be warned - don't spend the last few years of your life in solitary confinement. If you've got friends and interests in a town, don't allow yourself to settle for the truly rural.