Battle of the post-divorce blues
By Spirit Fingers
This month Reese Witherspoon, who is small and cute and perpetually glamourous and very hard to dislike, tells Elle magazine:
“Right around Christmastime I was sitting in a parking lot,” Witherspoon begins. “And I felt like I just couldn’t get out of the car. It was like, I can’t get out of the car.” She laughs sadly, pressing her ringless hands to her cheeks. “And I thought, Okay, half of the parking lot has dealt with this. More than half of the parking lot has dealt with this. Okay, let’s make it a little bigger. Half of this city has dealt with this. Okay, let’s make it a little bigger—half of this country, until I finally got out of the car. It was like, It’s okay. It’s okay.
Less than a day after Reese’s interview with Elle made the rounds, a quote from Ryan conveniently crops up:
“After the divorce I was a physical wreck. I wanted to die. I was ready to kill myself. I was not taking care of myself at all. I would wake up and cry and vomit.”
Could the ex-Mr Witherspoon be engaging in a little bit of one-upmanship? So what if you couldn’t get out of the car? I couldn’t even get out of bed to shave and exfoliate. Now THAT’s suffering. So don’t even try and compare your troubles to mine, honey!
All I can say is dude…when you go out clubbing every night, doing shots off random bimbos in spandex and taking whatever your teenage friends give you, you’re bound to wake up in a puddle of your own puke sobbing like a baby.
September 14th, 2007 at 10:17 pm
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September 15th, 2007 at 1:57 pm
Too bad for old Ryan . . . . boo hoo. If he cared about his marriage, he wouldn’t have let it disintegrate into a puddle of his own puke in the first place.