Domestic Bliss Report

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Thursday, July 06, 2006

Dale doesn't like the end of Titanic.

It's not that she throws the necklace into the water, or even that she dies. It's that after she dies, she walks down the staircase to meet Jack. He feels for her husband: "What if she were his one true love? Where does he fit into that picture?"

I tried to explain it. A poet once said a woman's heart is a deep and unfathomable place, and I'll go along with that. Though I am happily married, I admit to wondering sometimes about past boyfriends. Not enough to pick up a phone book or even email, but once in a while, as I'm writing a check, "Oh, this is so-and-so's birthday; I wonder what he's doing now" kind of thing.

One I think of as the silver medalist--we might have had something really terrific but the timing was atrocious. When we started dating, he was buddies with my sister's then-boyfriend, and an entire relationship of double-dates with them loomed large and threatening. Some years later, he called out of the blue. Sadly for him, I had started dating a lawyer who treated me like a queen. [I later married said lawyer.] When I suggested that we could still be friends, he gracefully declined. "I'd only be waiting for you two to break up, and we all deserve better than that." Very wise, that. I hope you have found at least three quarters of the happiness I have, Eric S., wherever you are.

I admit to Googling on occasion, just out of curiosity. The one I think I actually found was a speaker at some symposium on computers, I think. I couldn't get through the title of the symposium or his talk without a strong cup of coffee. Eek. I consider THAT a bullet dodged.

But I think all women have our memories of near-misses and almost was-es; I think that's what Cameron was touching on. I'm just grateful that I didn't settle for "good enough."

2 Comments:

At 8:43 AM, Blogger The Mom said...

Each person touching our lives is placed in our way by God. As we need a measure to weigh His blessings. Memories..good, bad, ugly..tip the scales.

Jack was light leading her to a life lived. A life lived with her husband.

In truth she is giving trubute to her husband that Jack is worth finding in the end, for she was so happy in life because of him. :-)

 
At 5:13 AM, Blogger Sarah said...

It's been years since I saw Titanic...but you really touch on something, Heather, and I can't resist telling you that you've got the wheels in my brain whirring on this now - even as they list the lists that need made before we leave for our vay-kay. Thanks for sharing great thoughts!

 

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