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The afterlife of marriage can be spirited.

Photo by Mike Erskine on Unsplash

Never before that October 31st getaway in Wales in that cozy cottage near the river had I reason to question my sanity, but there I was, slack-jawed and blinking at a chair in the corner, wondering whether the stress and tension of the last few months had burst something inside my brain and untethered me from reality. Suspicious of my faculties, I looked to my wife, a person…