A lot of women are very very angry with Ahhhnold right now. I am one of them. I can't seem to get off the topic. I cannot leave it alone.
Big Cuter calls and tells me that he is disappointed but not surprised at the news. He'd always thought of Ahhhnold that way. "Were you really surprised, Mom? Didn't you know?"
Well, no, honey, in fact I didn't. In fact, I bet that Maria didn't know either. She may have suspected and endured wondering eyes from her friends who loved her enough to worry but knew enough to keep still. She wanted to love him, she loved her family, her religion must have figured in there, too..... it doesn't have to make sense to her because she wants to believe him. So she does.
I watched a friend's marriage implode as she and I marveled at the fact that we seemed to be the only two people on the planet who thought that he had been faithful to her. In retrospect, it was absurd. And yet there it was, the embarrassing truth that we'd been duped.
Unbelievably naive? Perhaps not so unbelievable at all.
So there's the humiliation of it all and that's just not right. Maria Shriver had a real career and a nice family and she up-ended it all for Ahhhnold's political dalliance. As I'm typing this
I'm flashing to The Good Wife and hoping that *spoiler alert* Maria has someone to take her to the Presidential Suite tonight.
I have tried three times to type a sentence that cleverly presents my disgust. Two women. Two pregnancies. One house. One man. I went down a Thomas Jefferson route. I twisted those pieces around and around and I have come up empty. I just can't imagine how creepy it must have been.
Is he really that good an actor? Hard to believe. But still..... he did give us a machine with a sense of humor and a tender heart, after all.
Oh, dear. There I go again...... finding something to like about him.
Please. Make it stop.