This is the uncoupling. And it is often more painful than a legal divorce because there is no mediator, no alimony, no clear division of assets. There is only a void where your identity used to be. If you were married to your company and they downsize, who are you? If you were married to your child’s illness and they recover, what do you do with your hyper-vigilance? If you were married to the struggle and the struggle ends, what is left?
But that language lacks the gothic romance of “married to it.” It lacks the weight, the sacrifice, the beautiful stupidity of promising yourself to something that will never promise itself back. And maybe that is the point. The phrase persists not because it is healthy, but because it is true. So many of us are, in fact, married to it. The mortgage, the mission, the memory, the mistake. We wake up next to it every morning. We make coffee for it. We lie awake for it at 3 a.m.
So here’s to the ones who are married to it. The lifers. The caregivers. The small business owners who have not taken a vacation in a decade. The grad students. The community organizers. The parents of children with special needs. The monks. The mayors of small towns. The people who showed up and never stopped showing up. You are not trapped. You are not naive. You are not a cautionary tale.
To be married to it is to accept that commitment is not always joyful. Sometimes it is just stubborn. Sometimes it is just Tuesday. But it is also to discover that endurance has its own kind of grace—the grace of the worn step, the familiar ache, the deep and unspoken knowledge that you have not run away. And in a world that worships novelty and despises boredom, that might be the most radical thing of all.
The phrase “married to it” also functions as a euphemism for avoidance. How many people have hidden inside a career precisely to avoid the vulnerability of a human marriage? How many have chosen the predictable demands of a spreadsheet over the terrifying chaos of a partner’s needs? In this reading, being “married to it” is not a sign of strength but a preemptive divorce from intimacy. The job cannot leave you. The project cannot betray you. The cause will never wake up and say, “I don’t love you anymore.” And that, perhaps, is the real attraction. No marriage lasts forever, including the metaphorical ones. What happens when you are no longer married to “it”? What if “it” fires you? What if “it” becomes obsolete? What if the dream you were married to for thirty years—becoming a partner, winning the championship, saving the family farm—simply… dissolves?
This is the uncoupling. And it is often more painful than a legal divorce because there is no mediator, no alimony, no clear division of assets. There is only a void where your identity used to be. If you were married to your company and they downsize, who are you? If you were married to your child’s illness and they recover, what do you do with your hyper-vigilance? If you were married to the struggle and the struggle ends, what is left?
But that language lacks the gothic romance of “married to it.” It lacks the weight, the sacrifice, the beautiful stupidity of promising yourself to something that will never promise itself back. And maybe that is the point. The phrase persists not because it is healthy, but because it is true. So many of us are, in fact, married to it. The mortgage, the mission, the memory, the mistake. We wake up next to it every morning. We make coffee for it. We lie awake for it at 3 a.m. Married to It
So here’s to the ones who are married to it. The lifers. The caregivers. The small business owners who have not taken a vacation in a decade. The grad students. The community organizers. The parents of children with special needs. The monks. The mayors of small towns. The people who showed up and never stopped showing up. You are not trapped. You are not naive. You are not a cautionary tale. This is the uncoupling
To be married to it is to accept that commitment is not always joyful. Sometimes it is just stubborn. Sometimes it is just Tuesday. But it is also to discover that endurance has its own kind of grace—the grace of the worn step, the familiar ache, the deep and unspoken knowledge that you have not run away. And in a world that worships novelty and despises boredom, that might be the most radical thing of all. If you were married to your company and
The phrase “married to it” also functions as a euphemism for avoidance. How many people have hidden inside a career precisely to avoid the vulnerability of a human marriage? How many have chosen the predictable demands of a spreadsheet over the terrifying chaos of a partner’s needs? In this reading, being “married to it” is not a sign of strength but a preemptive divorce from intimacy. The job cannot leave you. The project cannot betray you. The cause will never wake up and say, “I don’t love you anymore.” And that, perhaps, is the real attraction. No marriage lasts forever, including the metaphorical ones. What happens when you are no longer married to “it”? What if “it” fires you? What if “it” becomes obsolete? What if the dream you were married to for thirty years—becoming a partner, winning the championship, saving the family farm—simply… dissolves?
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