As soon as the news broke about Jesse's infidelity I told my husband if I was Sandra I would have looked that creep in the eye, pointed my finger right up in his face and said "Thanks for reducing this marriage and my career down to one stupid, bound-to-be-repeated-a-million-times cliche: Talk about being blindsided. Really, Jesse, great job. Thanks. Thanks a whole @#* lot."
She hasn't been seen nor heard from since the crap hit the fan and her life as she knew it splintered into a million pieces. Hopefully someone on the magazine staff with a kind heart called to give her the heads-up so she had time to get away before the mad feeding frenzy began. After her heartfelt, emotional speech at the Oscars (with Jesse sitting in the audience with puppy dog eyes moist with unshed tears.....gag me) how stupid, betrayed, raw, bewildered, enraged, embarrassed, foolish and used she must feel.
Here she was on location out of state, filming a movie, earning a paycheck. (Before marriage was Sandra in headlines due to promiscuous behavior, clubbing 'til 3am, getting stupid traffic tickets, shoplifting, dressing like a wench ~ the usual stylings of a steriotypical Hollywood bimbo? No. She worked hard at her craft and kept a lower profile.) And her husband is back home acting 'entitled' shall we say (Hmmm....seems to be going around these days...maybe 'ole Jesse will ne the one to sign up for therapy this week) on a couch in his garage. Ouch! Talk about sad irony.
Granted her hubby was married to a porn star, works on choppers/cars, is tatooed from here to there. All the usual 'bad boy' stuff. Clues to behavior? Who's to say. Sometimes love just sucks. Even when the lady is doing all the right things, the choices made by others can muck everything up. I give her credit -- she was willing to give her heart. Too bad the recipient just didn't understand the true value of the gift.
