catherine zeta-jones
I'm not sure exactly why I care about the latest celebrity romantic casualty. But ... I kind-of do. Just a little.
As I type this, my partner of a little over six years is packing up the belongings we've decided are his and moving them out of our apartment.
Inherently I knew no one -- myself and my husband included -- could tell me what the end looked like, but I at least needed to know what my odds looked like.