"Presumably" is right.
Though my father married my mother long before becoming a pastor, having grown up in a Christian household and as an elder's child himself, he should have been wiser about choosing a spouse (though, I suppose the culture was different from today, where we get to court and choose, as opposed to then, when arranged marriages were more normal).
My mother and father were at each other's throats from as far back as I can remember. In fact, one of my first memories as a toddler is cowering behind the couch, crying as mom and dad fought.
My father left when I was nine, only to appear sporadically (but consistently enough) in my life. Abandonment is epidemic among pastors' kids (PKs)--or at least as far as I've noticed among Korean-Americans and my own PK friends.
My father was ordained when I was a teenager. He was largely absent in my life, and even today I seldom talk to him.
My mother was as typically overbearing as an Asian mother could be. Controlling, abusive, and manipulative, deeply and subconsciously motivated by her own paternal abandonment issues.
Enmity between my parents only worsened as the years went by. Definitely not what you'd call a "partnership" in ministry.
As a teenager, I hated both of them. I was provided for financially, but I was neglected and abused emotionally as badly as some orphans--I even wondered if I would have been better off as an orphan.
I'm proof that "Christian" families can be pretty ugly. But you know what was and is beautiful in my life? It's Christ.
He never stopped loving, and He never stopped working in my life and in my heart. God refused to let me go. No matter how much angst built up inside me, no matter how much I sinned and rebelled, God never gave up on me.
God placed holy people in my life, all throughout, influencing me slowly but surely, leading me toward righteousness. My grandmother's life is the testimony of faith, prayer, and unyielding worship. My friend's mother loved me like her own, showing me hope and patience. My friend was my brother and keeper. With my Catholic roommate, we tested and encouraged each others' faith. My pastors edified and counseled my spirit, providing invaluable wisdom.
And though my parents were a far cry from "perfect," my father never failed to point me to God. My mom disciplined me to go to church and stay faithful.
In pain, I was lost. From pain, I was led to Christ. Praise be unto Him!
Be Proverbs 31 not for your husband, nor for the sake of your kids. Be Proverbs 31 as worship to Christ who delivered you. Be Proverbs 31 to glorify Christ. And as He is exalted, you, your husband, and your children will be exulted!