A Male View of Marriage "from the inside"

..Jay Ponteri thinks there's another way to make sense of things. Not to get divorced, but to talk about exactly what's going on inside a marriage, from inside of it.

Jay is a real married person living in Portland, Oregon. He and his wife share the usual things married people do: a house, two dogs, bank accounts, a son. A life "ballooning with inventory," as he puts it, a life filled with to-dos. He resembles a tired kid being dragged around on constant errands -- this house repair, that dinner date with friends -- a situation he avoids by retreating to his workshop off the house. There, he explores his fantasies about other women in a manuscript.  

He uses the manuscript the way some people use drugs or drink, to dream up alternate worlds in which his life is not his life (or his wife is not his wife, his house is not his house). "My dreams pulled me out of bed," he writes. "Padded the lonely walls up against which life threw me." The barista who serves him lattes at the coffee shop becomes his lover, and together they share a lascivious existence of cigarettes and gravy fries, confessing everything and comforting one another in their romantic, adolescent-seeming sadness. Discovery of this manuscript understandably strains his marriage. Particularly because when his wife reads it, he hasn't yet changed the characters' actual names.

What Ponteri means to do here is less about enumerating the negatives of married life -- so many have done that before -- but more to flesh out the individual, emotional experience of binding yourself to one other individual person for the rest of your life, and the fatalism made worse by that relationship, especially if you already tend on the navel-gazing side.

I'm sorry: is there a point?  At all?  Anything to be learned?  By anyone?  Wow...the stuff that gets published and the credence given to the published material...from Dawn to Decadence indeed...