I often have the feeling that I am holding on by a pinkie to my marriage. Not because I am unhappy, or dissatisfied, or any other tangible thing. The feeling really isn't about my marriage, but about me.
Do we ever think about how much anyone really knows us? What fraction of our true selves do we reveal to those who are closest to us?
Isn't marriage a mysterious thing? At the same time that I feel so foreign, I feel so at home. Over the years, I've found that accepting that contrast has been the key to my own marriage.