Lloyd, my co-worker, was getting cold feet about his upcoming wedding. So he sought me out because I’d been married for five very happy years.

We went out for a beer, and Lloyd laid his worries on the table.

“It’s just that after we tie the knot, I will never be with another woman besides Karen. I’m not looking around, but that one fact just hits me between the eyes.”

It was the age-old worry. I’d experienced it myself, before my wife, Vicky, and I came to our special accommodation.

Lloyd went on, “But then I see you and Vicky, and you both seem so happy together. I wonder how you do it.”

“We are happy,” I said. “But ours isn’t a typical marriage.” I couldn’t help but smile a little smugly.