Work is one of the most dangerous places for a marriage...

So many events and moments that seemed insignificant add up. I remember how for the last Valentine´s Day, N gave flowers but no card. In restaurants, he looked off into the middle distance while my hand would creep across the table to hold his. He would always let go first. I realize I can´t remember his last spontaneous gesture of affection.

Delusion detests focus and romance provides the veil.

I used to loathe ambivalence; now I adore it. Ambivalence is my new best friend.

I remember one desolate Sunday night, wondering: Is this how I´m going to spend the rest of my life? Marrid to someone who is perpetually distracted and somewhat wistful, as though a marvelous party is going on in the next room, which but for me he could be attending?

The snag about marriage is, it isn´t worth the divorce.