‘Are you married?” the woman on the other end of the line asks. It shouldn’t be a difficult question. Either you are or you aren’t, right? Wrong. I’m somewhere in between.
I clear my throat. “Well, actually, yes, I am married. I got married in 2003, in Canada.”
The office worker filling out the form just wants to take down my health insurance provider, my address and phone number. “But on your form, maybe not. My spouse is another woman. The marriage is not recognized in Illinois.
“Oh, OK. I’ll put no,” she says.
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