Tuesday, 16 March 2010
05:14:44 PM (GMT)
Okay, so as some of you may have heard, The Reader actress Kate Winslet had
divorced her director husband Sam Mendes. Which has no bearing on my life
whatsoever, so I really shouldn't care. Except that I think it's my fault!
Four years ago, our sixty-something-year-old gym teacher was still living with his
mother. One morning, out of the blue, I said, "What's he gonna do when his mom
dies?" THe next day at school, we learned that his mother had passed away that very
night. I've had to live with that on my conscience for four years now, and trust me,
it does not feel good at all! Still, I've always held out hope that it might have
been just a coincidence, but now all that has gone out the window.
A couple weeks ago, I saw this picture of Kate's husband in the newspaper or
something, and I wondered how the heck he was married to her. No offense or
anything, but he is 10 years older than her and looks twice that, plus he sort of
resembles a hobo in a suit. I declared out loud that she should leave him (which
even looking back later that day I deeply regretted saying) and find somebody who was
worth her while, which I realize was petty and stupid and I wish I could take it
Oh well. The damage is done. Her poor kids are going to have to go through
another divorce, the second one for her oldest daughter, Mia.
I am a heartless, coldblooded, ruthless murderer/destroyer of families!!!!
I really have to watch what I say from now on.