The Globe’s Robyn Doolittle answers reader questions on the Hockey Canada trial coverage

F or years, I resisted the idea of marriage the way I did any life outcome I was expected to deliver irrespective of want. If a piece of paper were the certifiable difference between calling a love true or false, then that love was rendered false by definition. I didn’t nurture any wedding fantasies in childhood—not the dress, not the party, not even the spouse—save for one: I stood up from the head table while the shape in a tux who sat next to me looked on in adoration. A mic appeared in my hand. Then, I gave a zingy, sexy speech that made the entire room laugh and blush...