You offered him an easier version of being a man, and he took it.” The line went dead.

I have turned that idea over many times since, because it was the key that finally unlocked eighteen years of confusion, and I think it is truer of more marriages than mine.

For most of my marriage I had asked the wrong question.

I had asked whether Marcus loved Evelyn more than me, as though love were the axis everything turned on, and I had tortured myself with the arithmetic of it.

But love was never the point.