Tomorrow is our 50th wedding anniversary, so indulge your editor.
I clipped this cartoon out of The New Yorker many years ago, and it hung in my home office. I recommend it as good marital advice.
From The New Yorker in December, 1975, back when a stack of back print issues of that magazine sat in the corner of our apartment. Just a bit of a CIDU.
Comics I Don't Understand 
Congratulations!
Congratulations!
Congratulations indeed!
The second cartoon makes me think of my parents, who had an ongoing (cheerful) dispute over the color of a tweed jacket. One of them said it was grey, the other green.
One year the nearby dry cleaner’s had a special, green items half price! So they decided to make them the arbiter. My dad took the jacket in, and the owner looked it over and said, “Green-grey, eh?” — which didn’t really help resolve the dispute!
Looking at the third cartoon on my tiny phone screen, I thought the dress of the lady at the bottom left was some sort of sculpture and was what the man was saying was his wife. Made ZERO sense. Glad I looked at it on a bigger screen.
Congratulations from SteveHL (despite the attribution to which this site keeps assigning me.)
That last one probably alludes to the impression one gets from fiction that every marriage in New York is full of antipathy and needs a professional counselor.