On the Third Night of My Honeymoon, I Found My Own Medical Log Hidden in the Captain’s Office. One Line Told Me My Husband Had Been Lying Since Before We Left Shore.

By the third morning of my honeymoon, I had stopped blaming the sea.

I had sailed since childhood.

My father taught me to read weather before I could drive.

I knew the difference between seasickness, exhaustion and fear.

This was none of them.

This felt chemical.

My arms were too heavy.

My mouth stayed dry no matter how much water I drank.

Sometimes I would stand up and lose fifteen seconds.

Not faint exactly.

More like the world moved away while I remained where I was.

Adrian called it honeymoon fatigue.

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