Yep—that’s why they sat there on the steps for a few minutes in full view of the shore politely exchanging a few words but not really doing much of anything. It was their scheduled 10-minute pap session.

Being psychotic is a different issue—psychosis relates to misapprehension of/dissociation from reality. This would be psychopathy, not psychosis.

Oh gosh, listen, please don’t. This is chiming a lot of bells for me right now especially, because it’s now been exactly one year—4th of July weekend last year—since probably my lowest point in a decade. I really, really did not want to go on—I felt financially helpless, professionally trapped, and my marriage was in…

Situations like this are exactly why etiquette (meaning not just “good manners,” but a system of rules governing social behavior) exists. And etiquette is really, really clear on this issue, whether it comes to weddings or anything else: the people invited are the people whose names are on the invitation. It’s such a…

And what bothers me just as much as his overt gender-based disrespect is the subtler disrespect of this kind of romantic tourism. A travel affair that’s never meant to mean anything more than “surprises and adventures” is fine if both parties go into it with their eyes open, but he was bringing her home to be with his…

Seconded, though this isn’t where I had my honeymoon. Just a very nice vacation.

Yes, and it also seems like the Wee Witherspoon is looking more like her dad than her mom these days. She used to be Reesier. But these do not fit the “like twins” narrative

Unless she means “you can be a fisherman,” I don’t want to hear it.

“Oh don’t worry, that would never happen, because I’m not attracted to you either.”

He cleverly timed it to the beginning of a month-long international trip for work. He disappeared so thoroughly that at first she thought he’d run into some travel disaster, because when you can’t reach your loved ones for days you of course worry about an accident. She finally confirmed through his assistant that he…

I am so sorry. I am SO SO sorry. In terms of grief for someone on the receiving end, that’s in many ways worse than a death, while you don’t get anywhere near the kind of support you get when someone dies. I hope it’s at least a little less raw now.

Is that a problem?

That’s also a very good point. Creepy to think about, but totally plausible.

In addition to the garden-variety obnoxiousness of his personality (public “advocacy” marked by self-infatuation, self-importance, self-glorification, self-seriousness) he has a long history of violence, domestic & otherwise. It’s the latter part that kind of erases any potential for sympathy for me.

Better for whom? It’s not like the emotional fallout doesn’t happen, it’s just that you don’t have to witness it. Generally speaking, if you’re making a choice that leads to another person absorbing a greater share of misery in order that you might be able to absorb a lesser share, it’s not an ethical choice.

I have a dear friend who was ghosted. It was one of the cruelest things I’ve ever seen and it took so much longer to recover that I think it would have from a “regular” breakup.

Perhaps he was annoyed by her references to their City Hall nuptials as a “theme wedding.”

I had forgotten until this post about the time I watched a couple of rich ladies on a mommy chat board absolutely tear into tilapia—”it’s a garbage fish!” It was the kind of perfectly-cultivated disdain they generally reserved for Coach bags and Dartmouth.

And I doubt she owns anything that’s not “form-fitting,” but if she’d gone out dress shopping this week to find something drapey and sack-like, she’d surely have been criticized for that too. “Shopping Queen can’t take a day off!” or whatever. There’s no winning.

My money’s on her selling the baby to a couple who couldn’t adopt for some reason. Sort of a black-market surrogacy arrangement.