Read C.S. Lewis, Then Bugger Off

Recently, I married the love of my life. We decided it was best, though, to maintain separate residences. That sounds like the problem, doesn't it? The reason I'm writing? It's not. It works for us. And I'm tired of explaining why. My problem is this: Everyone I meet has an opinion about our living arrangements. And it's never good. People -- strangers and friends and family -- can't keep themselves from telling me it'll never work, that he must be hiding something over there in his apartment. Or they'll just pry for information, giving a shocked, "How does that work?!" and pushing for more and more when I try to say it just does. It's like they want to convince me that it doesn't, that I'm deluding myself. How long is this going to last?