i just read that on this 23rd day of September 1862, 34-year-old Leo Tolstoy married 18-year-old Sophia Behrs; that they shared everything and used their diaries to say to one another what they didn’t dare and shan’t say aloud. They were married over 50 years and had 13 children; from what i’ve read their marriage seemed impassioned & bitter, with love at times turning into hate & mistrust. personally, i can’t imagine hating my beloved while still loving him… perhaps i might hate what he does, but i don’t think i would hate the person, just the person’s misdeeds ~ sb