Russell and Katy married in India just one year ago. The festivities went on for a week. Then she released and album and toured it around the world. He released a movie, (unfortunately for all of us it was Arthur) which he promoted all over different bits of the world to the ones she was in. Cracks appeared. They dealt with them in the traditional ways; getting matching tattoos and reassuring Ellen, but the silly season was to be their undoing.
I can only assume they gave each other the shits over something stupid like how long her parents were staying or where he’d left the sticky tape, and the next thing they knew Christmas was off, the rings were off, and someone owed Ellen an explanation.
Of course it’s possible that the Brand/Perry marriage, and the Kardashian marriage, and the Ashton/Demi one, and the Ashlee Simpson/Pete Wentz one, and the Zooey Deschanel one, the Koby Bryant one, J-Lo’s, X-tina’s, Eva’s and all of Charlie’s marriages have been complicated pressure-cookers of passion that a simple suburban warrior like myself could never understand.
All of those people are very beautiful, and yet I’m the one who’s been married since 1996. Non stop! Well apart from that time I packed him off to a flea-bag motel with his x-box and a carton of beer because he was being a shit about IVF. I stayed home and painted the front fence, meditating with every brush-stroke on all of the obstacles we had faced over our years together and the methods we’d stumbled upon to overcome them. Eventually we found a path through that situation too.
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Haha!! My husband and I must be in a "flatmate cycle" at the moment LOL
Meshel Laurie, i loved what you wrote. Rings so true. You are a gifted writer and I look forward to your blogs!