You pack boxes, run laundry, and pack those clothes newly cleaned into boxes. Odd items emerge from the ignored corners of your apartment. Square vases. A wicker basket. Cat fur and tangled wires congregate everywhere the light cannot reach. And you miss the version of yourself that you are when you’re at someone else’s bachelorette.

On one of these girls’ trips this month, your friend’s friend said, “What’s your fiancée like? Is he funny like you?” (Her words; your flex.) You had been in full gi...