I’m in a much better place than I was when I was married and I’m glad that my marriage ended. My ex-wife and I grew apart and weren’t the same people in our 40s that we were 20 years ago. But I sure do miss watching movies with her. I studied classic film in college (and I wrote my senior seminar dissertation on classic Hollywood). I’m the go-to guy for really good and obscure films from the 30s, 40s, and 50s. Over the years of our marriage, I showed her so many old movies and told her the stories behind them and the little ancillary details about who that actor was sleeping with and what that actress was accused of and how the feud between the cameraman and the director led to this or that in the movie. She loved it. She never got bored with it. Her attitude was always, “What else ya got?” And I never disappointed. I watch my old movies alone now. It’s OK. I’m OK alone. But it’s not the same. Life is better with another person. It just is.