Growing up (in ye olden days before cell phones) when I would head out for the evening my dad would give me a quarter so that I could call home. The idea was that if some boy were to get out of line, or if I felt in any way uncomfortable, my dad would come and get me. The day I got married my dad pressed another quarter in my hand. He told me I should know that no matter what he would always still be there for me and all I had to do was call.
I lucked out in the dad department. Minus the corny jokes he used to tell in front of my friends.
I also lucked out in the husband department. While I’m pretty sure there have been times when he might have wanted to call my dad to come and get me, I’ve never been tempted to leave. DH is my best friend. Today’s our anniversary and not only are we still married after all these years, but we’re both still happy about that. Not too shabby.