Not that she cares what I think, but I am so damn happy Sandra Bullock is divorcing her ass of a husband. She is giving a master class in handling yourself with grace and dignity and making the best of a terribly messy and humiliating experience – all under the prying eyes of tabloids and the public.
Now I don’t have her money or her options, but I think I do know a little what she’s going through. I too was married five years ago; I too found myself married to someone who wasn’t who I thought they were; my husband didn’t cheat on me – but left a trail of reasons not to trust him; and like Sandra I woke up one day and life was irrevocably changed with a phone call (hers from a source about to break the infidelity story, mine by a husband who suddenly refused to come home.)
It is not fun to find that the person you share your life with is someone who has all sorts of secrets and connections to people and situations you never imagined you’d find yourself affiliated with. It is sad and embarrassing and makes you question your own instincts and examine everything that came before to see if you can find what you missed.
I didn’t have Entertainment Tonight breathing down my neck and TMZ digging into my life, thank god – so I really have nothing but admiration for Sandra Bullock for handling this the way she is. US Magazine never prints up a “Stars – Just Like Us!” about finding out your husband is kinda a jerk.