I was watching the movie "Shall We Dance?" (Richard Gere/Susan Sarrandon/Jennifer Lopez) a week or so ago. It's about a guy who has a bit of a mini-MLC and starts taking dance lessons but doesn't tell anyone, including his W.

When his mood changes and he starts coming home even later from work, his W hires a PI because she's convinced he's having an A. The PI discovers that, much to the W's relief, he's just taking dance lessons. She then has a meeting with the PI where she tells him she won't need his services anymore. During that scene, she asks him why he thinks people get married. Her own response to her question is:

We need a witness to our lives. There's a billion people on the planet... I mean, what does any one life really mean? But in a marriage, you're promising to care about everything. The good things, the bad things, the terrible things, the mundane things... all of it, all of the time, every day. You're saying 'Your life will not go unnoticed because I will notice it. Your life will not go un-witnessed because I will be your witness'.

And it hit me like a bolt outta the blue that that's exactly why I've felt like my life is so damn pointless ever since H walked out. Even little things, (actually, particularly little things) like not having someone to laugh at a TV show with, or not having someone to say, "that musta hurt" when you stub your toe. It kinda makes you feel like there's no point for any of it to happen at all when there's no one there to bear witness to it and share it with you.


Me:30
H:30
Together:10yr
H left:Oct3'06,couple weeks before 5th wed anniv.
No Kids
OW bomb:Jan19'07
My thread: He filed.