In the seventh year, she said, she had gone to a doctor about her sleeping.

She was not sleeping, and she had not been sleeping for about eight months, and she went to a family practice on her own and sat in a room and tried to explain it.

And what she said, when the doctor asked what she thought was causing it, was: “I think I might be losing my grip a bit.”

Those were her words.

Not my husband.

Not my marriage.