Think of the infrastructure of daily life. The nurse married to the night shift. The sanitation worker married to the route. The software engineer married to the on-call pager. These are not metaphors; these are binding contracts. And because we cannot pay them in romance or recognition, we pay them in a strange form of cultural respect. We call them “dedicated.” We call them “legends.” We do not call them what they often are: lonely, exhausted, and wondering what it would feel like to be married to something soft.
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. Married to It
Some people handle this by immediately finding a new “it.” The retired CEO becomes a consultant. The empty nester becomes a gardener. The recovering athlete becomes a coach. They are serial monogamists of dedication, unable to be unbound. Others collapse into a kind of existential anarchy—a bitter, beautiful freedom that they never learned how to use. They had spent so long being married to “it” that they forgot they could simply be . Perhaps it is time to reconsider the language itself. To be “married to it” implies a single, lifelong union. But the modern world—with its gig economies, portfolio careers, and fluid identities—demands a different model. Not marriage, but a series of committed relationships. Not one great love, but several deep, meaningful, time-bound alliances. Think of the infrastructure of daily life