In life there are people you admire. They are talented. They do good things. They get involved. From the outside they look like healthy, happy people. They are in stable relationships. They are living the dream.
Then it all blows up.
When Jennifer Anniston and Brad Pitt broke up, I was shocked. They seemed to have it all. Both were successful. Both were attractive. Both seemed down to earth (compared to the Kardashians anyway).
It was the end of a fairy tale. At least the happily ever after part. (Is there a happily ever after?)
I was in Jenn’s camp because it looked like she was “wronged.” Not that I blamed Angelina. Clearly Brad was poking around where he shouldn’t have been. He had made a vow.
Who really knows what goes on in relationship? Things simmer under the surface only to erupt when unexpected. People get blindsided. Or not. Sometimes they know. They prefer to not acknowledge. At least not to tabloids.
Brad seemed to be totally enamored of his new love. (He reminded me of Tom Cruise jumping on Oprah’s sofa singing of his love. That relationship is also defunct.) Angelina is beautiful in an exotic way. She is a great humanitarian and has done a lot of good for children (I admire her for that) but she’s quirky. Very quirky. Too quirky for Brad (or my version of Brad).
Time goes on. We all adjust the fairy tale. Maybe it was meant to be (tell that to the wronged wife – it’s like saying something was wrong with you).
There were all those kids. Happy holiday photos. Happy, happy, happy.
Until last week.
Perhaps we aren’t as monogamous as we’d like to think.
Another fairy tale shot down. May they all find peace.