I really wanted XY to myself so I was very relieved when PQ took the hint and wandered off. Now I could ask XY all the questions that had bothered me for years:

1. Why would a gay man marry me?
2. Had our sex life been for real?
3. Would he ever sleep with me again?
4. Did his civil partner know about us?
5. Had we committed bigamy?

The biggest surprise of all was that XY confessed to marrying me as a career move. He did so even though I had been the laughing stock of the department at the time of our wedding due to my obsession with medieval forms of contraception. Of this I had no memory at all.