When a woman who has bore her spouse’s children and lived through all the natural and unnatural ups and downs of marriage and life with that spouse, and when their life’s soup is so thick that it has congealed into a multi-level bonding; and then to discover that her husband is a cheater and possible father to another woman’s child, this is absolutely unbearable. There is no damage control.
From my own experience, you don’t recuperate; you just learn how to live with it—maybe.
Now I know why I thought John Edwards was the all that candidate. He was a louse. I always tended to gravitate toward the louse. (Note: Past tense sentence!) And I can’t help but laugh when recollecting how the far-right eluded to a gay Edwards. Sadly, he was just as lousy as Gingrich, Giuliani, Vitter, Clinton and the rest.
So Mrs. Edwards writes her latest book, “Resilience: Reflections on the Burdens and Gifts of Facing Life’s Adversities,” makes the usual promotional rounds, and columnists bash her for airing the laundry. I say, you go, girl. Of any high profile politician, John Edwards was the biggest fool and the cruelest of cheaters. Go ahead, Elizabeth, flog the crap out of that man.
But what about the kids? Daddy already did the damage. Mommy must do what she can do to regain some feeling of relevance and justice. The kids will survive. Mommy won’t.