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:
- Why would a gay man marry me?
- Had our sex life been for real?
- Would he ever sleep with me again?
- Did his civil partner know about us?
- 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.