Somewhat unexpectedly and not too long ago, I became a wife. I always assumed that if I ever did get married it would be at age 70 for tax purposes, or one day in a fit of mania I’d tie the knot with my dog and ruin marriage equality for everyone. But matrimony seemed unlikely. I was too independent/stubborn/unattractive/disdainful of men/busy to even consider wifeliness.
