Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Ben Affleck

November 4, 2014

This is a mean picture you have posted:


Most of the time, I don't hate you.  I probably have the right to hate you, and probably greed is the motivator that people who don't know me, and people who think they know me and who don't, ascribe to me whenever I cease to publicize my anger at your behavior.

I saw "Good Will Hunting" in the theater.  It was about loyalty and real friendship, and people continuing to try at life, wasn't it?  Those are important and enduring messages that address needs that people have always had and will always have.

You and your partner in crime are a sorry mess, you know.  If ever men went astray from what they started out being, you did.

If I were Jennifer Garner, I'd put an electric fence around my house with protruding spikes on it, with Jennifer Lopez's name on them.  Your wife is the person who has been there for you through everything; angry and sad and eventually with one foot out the door, but loving you anyway, it seems to me.

A bruised ego from a mocked movie and the subsequent implosion of a relationship between two self-absorbed celebrities doesn't qualify as a "broken heart;" I don't think it does, anyway.  

I remember the year that my parents separated.  I was 9.  I couldn't think of anything scarier than the thought that they might get divorced.

At least I didn't have to worry about my daddy having won a bunch of awards that made women who had forgotten him or had written him off start wearing outfits with his name all over them, even if the name on the dress& shoes was symbolic.
I have no idea if my father dated other women while he and my mother were separated; both of my parents were discreet and respectful enough of me not to put me in the middle, confuse me with discussions of outside parties, or use me to get at each other.

I don't think I should be in your life, to be honest.  I think I have spent too much time there already.  It's upsetting, though, to see you taking one opportunity after another to throw away everything that matters.

Copyright L. Kochman, November 4, 2014 @ 6:53 p.m.

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