Twenty six years ago today, I signed my marriage certificate. Today I signed divorce papers.
I am not sure why this just popped into my head. I was doing a jigsaw puzzle with the TV on in the background at 1:15 a.m. and something reminded me of a conversation I had several months ago.
I was at a table with a bunch of people at a large event. I could see that someone kept leaning forward, three seats down from me, whenever I started to talk, trying to listen to my conversation. We were all just talking randomly about nothing private or personal that I remember, laughing, but I was aware of her interest in me.
People shuffled in to find a seat or out to get food, drink and to use the bathroom. This woman was now closer to me with someone in between us. Eventually she leaned forward to introduce herself and to tell me that we share a connection. I exchanged pleasantries with her but in my mind I am processing that she knows who I am because the connection she mentioned was not at the event.
I was up and down a few times myself and when I came back to the table I was seated beside this woman. Finally she tells me, “I know Janice Andrews.” She was very kind to me and told me how sorry she was and that people initially were shocked to find out about Janice and my ex. She told me that they later learned that Janice’s intent was very calculated. I did not engage. I did not know this person or trust this person. I simply thanked her for seemingly sympathizing with me. I had no idea what she knew or who she knew it from. She then asked me if I was on Twitter. I said that I was not. She said that Janice goes by the name Smeeps. I remembered that word. I feel like my ex had used that name in his phone as her contact to hide her true identity, ‘Ricky Smeeps’. She asked me if I knew what it meant. I said that I did not. She said that it is a seductress. I joked something to the effect about Janice at least naming herself appropriately and then thankfully there was more shuffling and I was pulled in one direction and she in another and that was it. I don’t remember her name and I haven’t seen the friend that we have in common but I would never say anything to her about my encounter anyway.
So tonight, after that popped into my head, I grabbed my phone to look up that word and there it is in the urban dictionary, “highly seducing woman”. The entry is dated March 3, 2009, four years before my separation in March 2013. I looked down further and there is another definition with the entry of April 19, 2011: “One of those involuntary farts a male gets when his buttocks are in the air with legs spread out and the warm fart gently ruffles his scrotum. Few true smeeps have been recorded in human history. Only the great masters of flatulence can produce such pungent pearls of fragrance.”
Hmmm, I wonder what definition she named herself after?
My daughter graduated from university. My ex specifically tried to make it as strained and negative as he could for me failing to see how strained and negative he also made it for my children.
As previously shared, he planned a celebration; a celebration for him. There was no consideration of anyone else’s needs or wants; just his own. He insisted on being on the 9 am ferry to Vancouver the day before the grad. He refused to wait for my younger daughter to finish her first class at school, Math, her lowest mark. She could be picked up at 10 from school as soon as her class was finished but he told her she had to go with me because he wasn’t going to wait for the 11 ferry. He also told her I had to drop her off at his hotel for 4 p.m. She gave me a heads up about this a couple of days in advance and I made it very clear that I was not going to do that so she better make alternative plans with her dad. I was not allowing my ex to continue to think he could dictate to me what I was to do on his schedule without even asking me directly. I also made it clear I was no longer going to cover up for his behavior. The gig was up. At 21 and 17 years old, my girls are old enough to deal with the reality of their father. I was no longer serving any of us by trying to protect my girls from hurt feelings.
My ex would not even tell her where his hotel was so I could see if it even made sense for me to accommodate him. He only told her when we were in line for the ferry because he didn’t want me to stay at the same hotel. I explained that it was opposite to where I was going. I had dinner plans of my own with my 2 nieces and brother-in-law. Since my ex refused to allow me to be part of the my daughter’s graduation dinner I was certainly entitled to make alternate plans.
For 5 hours my daughter agonized and cried and was angry that he had no intention of picking her up from anywhere so she could meet them. She was angry at me that I wouldn’t drive her and she would not allow me to take her to the Skytrain to figure out how she could travel to get to her dad’s party. He finally told her at 3 p.m. that he would pay for a taxi for her to get to the patio where everyone was enjoying drinks. I took her to my hotel and arranged a cab.
The next day I arrived at my daughter’s campus at 7:30 a.m. for her 8:30 grad. My car died just when I arrived and had to be pushed into a disabled parking spot until after the ceremony. My grad daughter saw me and came over to say “hi” and to take a photo. She placed her wallet and tea on top of my car and then texted her friend to see what she should do with her phone during the ceremony. She ended up giving it to me and ran off to line up for her procession. My other daughter was texting me that she and her dad were in line and needed to know the ticket numbers so they didn’t use my ticket. I quickly threw my stuff in my car and went to meet them in line. I shared about my car trouble and my ex said, “It sucks to be you.”
I was surprised that my ex followed me so we could sit together. I asked him and my daughter which door we should enter and they didn’t care so I went to the one with the least traffic. We were directed to go to the end of the row so we were seated in the middle of a long row of people. The procession of faculty and honorees started and then the grads came in. We waved to my graduating daughter. She then signed to my younger daughter that she left her wallet on my car. My younger daughter failed to get the rest of the message. My grad daughter said it was no longer on my roof. My ex however insisted that I needed to get up immediately to go find it. I actually considered this but there was no way I could get out without major disruption and the ceremony was starting. He was livid I wasn’t going to go. I told him that he could go and I told him my car was right out front. He was so angry with this suggestion that my younger daughter was telling us both to be quiet to not discuss this further. My ex then called me “a giant turd”.
When the ceremony was over my ex left to find his parents and his girlfriend, the OW Janice Andrews. My younger daughter and I found my grad daughter in the rose garden and took pictures of her with her friends. When her grandparents appeared they were very cold towards me. I was the one that said “hi” to them first. I took pictures of them with my daughters using their camera. When my ex came he gave my daughter a card to call ‘Lost and Found’ about her wallet. It wasn’t there. She burst into tears. She was leaving the next day on a trip and had no ID, credit or debit cards now. I consoled her and said someone has it and it might just not have been turned in yet, not to give up hope and then I left to see if could do anything. The security guard that had helped me with my car saw the wallet and held on to it thinking it was mine. I brought it back to my daughter and we continued to take photos. While my grad daughter and I were having our photo taken I asked her if she would like a photo of her parents together with her and she said that would be nice. Her dad joined the photo and then so did her sister. I invited my ex’s parents to come in to the photo as well so she had a photo of her parents and grandparents but her grandmother instead said, “I would like a picture with Janice.” I left the photo and used my grad daughter’s phone to take those photos as well.
Afterwards, my younger daughter and I stayed on campus to await the tow truck and my grad daughter and her friend went back to her place by bus to pack for their trip. I was going to hopefully pick them up and take them to the ferry pending my car operating. My grad daughter texted me while we were waiting thanking me for being so nice to everyone. I told her that I always am nice to them but she is just never there to see it. When my ex, Janice and his parents come to my younger daughter’s dance or come to my house to pick her up I have never done anything or said anything. I have always been kind and courteous, took photos of everyone and even would take my mother-in-law to see my daughter back stage before her show.
Parallel Universe–see next post……
My younger daughter said to me on Wednesday night, “I was with dad from 5:15 p.m. until 8:30 p.m.” She said that was the longest amount of time she had been with him and that it was awkward. He picked her up at our home and then they picked up my other daughter at her work and went to the mall to look into my older daughter’s phone issues and to have dinner. Three hours with their dad that involved about 1 hour of driving time to various places seemed so out of the ordinary to her that it was note worthy for her to mention it.
I asked her if she looked for the shoes and pants that she wanted for back to school when they were at the mall. She said that she would not shop with her dad. He has tried to buy her things in the past. Once when they were in Vancouver she said he kept offering to buy this and that but she said, “No” to everything. When they were in Ontario this summer she had forgot her sunglasses and he offered to buy her a $40 pair because he felt she needed them and he told her that they looked good on her. She wanted them as well but she refuses to let her dad think he can buy her things and some how that will make up for everything he took from her. She would also never tell him what she really needs.
Janice, it was pointed out to me, is quite happy on the other hand for Dave to buy her everything. The only thing my daughter said that she has ever seen her buy in 5 plus years is an Imax movie ticket because she has a pass. It is like my daughter feels as dirty as his whore if he spends money on her. She does not want to be that person. She is the Taurus of the family and is very bull-headed and strong in her convictions. She is insightful and I am very proud of her for making a stand and putting up a boundary that she considers important to how she feels about herself and her relationship with her father. Although when I reflect, I think that her saying “No” to him is her way of rejecting him. She is rejecting him the way he has done to her and continues to do to her on various levels.
On Saturday, she and I were about to go for a hike with our dog. My older daughter came up and said, “Dad is picking us up at noon for lunch.” My younger daughter was annoyed, “Why didn’t he text me to tell me?” My older daughter remarked that he texted her and probably assumed that she would just tell her. She looked at me and asked if she should still go on the hike or just stay at home and get ready. I told her it wasn’t even 10:00 a.m. so we had time to go for a short hike. I got her back by 11:00 a.m. only for her to be told by her sister that their dad didn’t know she would be going for lunch too and he didn’t think he would be able to get her back in time to work at 4:00 p.m. Now my younger daughter was even more annoyed. She said to me, “Good thing I didn’t decide to not go on the hike.” I felt so badly for her that I said that I would take her for lunch. We left before her dad arrived.
That night she told me that she arranged to work during the school year on Wednesday and Saturday nights. Wednesday is the only night she doesn’t dance during the week and is the night that she usually has dinner with her dad. She told me, “I probably won’t be seeing dad at all next year.” I suggested that maybe her dad would pick her up earlier after school on a night that she starts dance a little later so she can have a bite to eat with him and I reminded her that he would probably still try to pick her up every other Friday for dinner and maybe a lunch every other Saturday or Sunday.
The other thing she told me that seemed to bother her was that when she was in Ontario with Dave and his parents over the summer her nanny, Dave’s mom, said to her, “Your mom will always be my daughter-in-law but your dad is my son”, and then she hugged him. I even cringed when she told me that happened because his mom told me as well that I would always be their daughter-in-law. She just skipped the part about putting her cheating son on a pedestal. Regardless, they were just empty words. There is zero relationship. Twenty three years of fakeness because if there was any love or care for me and my children I would hear from them. To my daughter, she just heard her grandmother say that I am less than when I am the most important person in her life. Does she hear her grandmother say that she would choose her son over her, too? What does that teach my child about love; who is worthy of her love and why (full blood relation, number of years known) when my daughter has experienced love and what must feel like hate and knows the truth about which parent has always been there for her and which parent rejected her.
I was very disappointed to learn that the wife of a couple, who my ex and I have known for about 20 years, cheated on her husband. They have 3 kids ages 16 to 22. Her husband had to drive to another city to find her and bring her home. They are separated and the husband lives with their youngest daughter. The other 2 children go to college. Their son wants nothing to do with his mother and refused to celebrate Christmas with her.
What was shocking and interesting at the same time to me was that the cheating wife said that there is no one that will ever love her like her husband does and she hopes that in 3 years they can remarry. That instantly flashed me back to a May 2013 phone conversation with my ex where he said, 2 1/2 months post separation, that he would need to be gone for a year and then he would come back. What fantasy land do these cheaters live in?
The betrayed husband of this couple had the same reaction that I did towards my ex. He wants nothing to do with her. And like most spouses of cheaters, he too was left to handle all the responsibilities of real life. He is still friendly with her and he pays her spousal support with no court order telling him to do so. He also is paying for all of the children’s expenses and taking care of the full needs of their youngest daughter. His expenses are about $6000 US/month and he will not be able to maintain this but this is the sad reality of these situations.
Cheaters possess a selfish, escape from reality need to seek some instant gratifying, ego-stroking attention that leads them to a place they think they can return from when they are ready and everyone will just wait and be thrilled they are back. They seek some band aid cover up to whatever they are too emotionally immature to communicate or comprehend on any deep level. To me, it mimics high school infatuation where kids jump from one relationship to the next based on feelings and hormones.
So in follow up to my blog post “How the Other Woman thinks Part I” I went to Janice Andrews Twitter account to share 10 recent retweets (because she has no original thought of her own) to learn how her thinking aligns with that of a cheater. It sounds exactly like she has the insight and life experience of a teenager where love is based in fantasy, not real life.
January 10, 2018:
“Real love doesn’t meet you at your best. It meets you in your mess.” J.S. Park
December 30, 2017: here’s your reminder list of cute things:
• also you
• hey look you
• and you
• wait wait wait
• you’re cute
December 3, 2017:
“I hope we last. I hope we do.
But if we don’t, this is how I want you to remember me:
I want you to remember me curled up, listening to the sound of your heartbeat and tracing maps across your skin. Remember me laughing at your jokes, even the stupid ones. Remember me in hysterics for absolutely no reason and in tears because one time you made me so sad neither of us thought I’d recover. Remember me brave, that time you held my hand and I thought I was going to die; remember me scared and gentle and delicate and breakable – only for you though, only for you.
Remember me happy, and all the ridiculous ways I tried to get your attention. Remember the way I was too stubborn to talk to you and how absolutely insane it drove the both of us. Remember all the firsts and how they were so delightful we went back for seconds and thirds and fourths. Remember the songs you couldn’t stop listening to and the childish dreams you allowed yourself about the future. If it’s any consolation I allowed myself to have them too.
If it comes to it I don’t want you to remember the ending.
Remember the beginning. Remember the first time you knew.”
November 20, 2017:
“Choose people who choose you.”
November 21, 2017:
“excuse me. I just wanted. to. remind you. that. this love I have. is for you.”
November 21, 2017:
“Magic is believing in yourself. If you can do that you can make anything happen.”–Goethe
November 21, 2017:
“Just be like a child. Embrace your ignorance. Love unconditionally. And don’t take anything too seriously. Especially yourself.”
November 22, 2017:
“Don’t get stuck in what might have been. It prevents you from going after what might become.”
November 22, 2017:
“You are a warrior and these are your weapons: kindness, gentleness, patience, presence, understanding, peace, love, restraint.”
November 15, 2017: “21 ways to keep her”
- Text her back as soon as you see her messages
- Don’t lie to her
- Don’t let her fall asleep without telling her you love her
- Don’t let her fall asleep mad
- Don’t make stupid mistakes
- Call her and say you love her at least once a week
- Make time for her
- Don’t get mad at her for dumb things
- If you have a reason to be mad at her then talk about it and work it through
- Listen to her, anything she says is important
- Remind her of how beautiful she looks when she smiles
- Don’t build walls between you two
- Trust her enough to tell her how you really feel
- Make her remember she is yours every time you kiss her
- Show her songs, poems, anything that reminds you of her
- Call her baby, babe, beautiful, etc. all the time
- Don’t break her heart
- Hold her hand in public no matter who is looking
- Don’t take her for granted
- Be spontaneous when you take her out
- Love her with every breath of your existence
It is next to impossible to avoid the reminder that your husband had an affair with another woman (Janice Andrews) and left you, your children, your finances and your life in one big mess!
My daughter and I were at a dance competition yesterday. One of the competitors performed a Lyrical Jazz routine to Kelly Clarkson’s emotional song, ‘Piece by Piece’. The words are a reminder that my child has a dad who left. Kelly Clarkson said, in one interview that I read by Alyse Whitney, that she was thinking after having her daughter, “How could anyone walk away from that?” I wonder that myself a lot. We had a great life; a great family together.
My daughter and I also just went to see the movie “The Greatest Showman”. There is a scene where P.T. Barnum leaves his wife and 2 daughters behind to travel with a female singer. His daughters run behind his carriage after him and he doesn’t turn around. His place is empty at the table and he is absent from the theatre where his daughter fulfills her dream of ballet dancing. He leaves his wife to do everything including raising his girls. My daughter and I talked about the scene after and she said she did think of the parallel to our situation. She ended up seeing the movie twice. Happy endings are hopeful and she said she had to hold her hands together to keep from clapping.
Today, while watching ‘The View’ as they talked about women who throw themselves on married men, I received information about Janice Andrew’s Twitter Account. I don’t have a Twitter account but every now then someone feels the need to share the irony of something that Janice retweets about love or being kind in this world or some other airy, fairy idealization about how life should be lived with no concept of her creating a life with actions that are the complete opposite to her dreamlike façade.
My contact started out by saying it is no surprise she likes porn (the quote was from a site called Poems Porn). It was a retweet (the other woman apparently has no original tweets) of a quote from JS Park:
“Real love doesn’t meet you at your best. It meets you in your mess.”
Then the contact tried to dissect this: “Does she think she has real love with your ex or did she think it was real while she was screwing a man who went back and screwed his wife after? Does she think Dave is capable of real love towards her or anyone for that matter? Does she think his love to you and your kids wasn’t real? Does she think cheating and going after a married man or him going after her when she is married is real love? Did she have a fake love relationship with her spouse? Does she realize she isn’t her best by behaving this way or is she acknowledging he certainly isn’t at his best? Is she directing this quote to Dave telling him he isn’t at his best and he is the mess or is she sharing this quote to Dave to try to convince him that he really loves her because she isn’t at her best as she is just a mess. Maybe she just wants him to believe she can be better as she isn’t at he best yet or she wants to believe that he will be better.”
My response. “Who cares what she thinks. It seems to be an acknowledgement though that it is not an ideal relationship because at least one of them isn’t at their best and there is mess but she wants to bundle it under the guise of “real love” to make it all seem okay.”
The fact is, they both created a mess that I am still cleaning up and my kids are trying to step over or around! If they want to label it “real love” that is their deception. What they did and continue to do is not love. Whatever they have together; it isn’t real. It isn’t love.
If you have a Twitter Account and would like to follow the loving and inspirational thoughts of Janice Andrews she can be reached at Agnus@smeepsmeep. Smeep was the name, by the way, my ex had her listed as in his phone. My contact asked about that contact name. My contact suggested it stands for “Sucking married erections (while) enjoying porn.” Agnus apparently is the name of her doll that she pictures on her account. I think she is confusing the spelling with Agnes and Anus. My contact suggested that the “creepy” doll says it all.
I was working around the house this morning and ‘The View’ was on the television. They were talking about some woman getting “handsy” with Jay Z and how Beyoncé reacted. I started listening when they began to talk about what they would do when a woman is trying to engage with their husband while they are present. They were saying how rude and disrespectful any woman would be to do that with a married man in general and especially with the wife present but sure enough they all had examples. What is it that makes these women think it is acceptable and justifiable to beg for attention from married men? It made me recall how Janice Andrews didn’t leave my husband’s side at their office Christmas party in December 2012 while I was there with hime (2 months before I found out about their affair).
I copied this from http://www.complex.com/music in relation to what the women on the View were discussing:
“During an interlude for Beyoncé’s iconic anthem “Formation,” Big Freedia’s voice is heard proclaiming, “I did not come to play with you hoes, haha. I came to slay, bitch.” This line echoes the authority embedded in Lemonade, and serves as a reminder that Queen Bey is not here to play with anyone when it comes to her work, her family, and especially her husband Jay Z.
Apparently one actress did not get that message, according to a story told to TV One by comedian Tiffany Haddish. In an interview for the network’s new series Uncensored, the Girls Trip star recalls an instance where she witnessed Beyoncé Knowles-Carter politely check an actress for putting her hands on Jay.”
Tiffany Haddish shares:
“I go to a Jay Z concert, and I get invited to the after party,” Haddish says. “Beyoncé just walks right up to me and she goes ‘Hi, I’m Beyoncé,’ and I’m like, ‘I know who you are girl! You are so talented!’”
Shortly after meeting the queen, Haddish was talking to Jay Z and another actress when said actress decided to put her hand on Hov. “She touched Jay Z’s chest, and Beyoncé came walking up like, ‘Biiiittcchhhh,” Haddish says, clarifying she didn’t actually use that word but “her demeanor and her body from the way she walked up on her was like, ‘Get your hand off my man’s chest.’”
Haddish explains that Bey then decided to have a polite conversation with the actress, but hints that the story didn’t stop there. “She started talking to that actress,” Haddish says. “Some other stuff happened, but I ain’t gonna say nothing yet.”
The article sums it up:
“I’d like to know which actress has the nerve to lay a finger on Jay after everything Bey went through to give us Lemonade. It’s unclear when or if we’ll hear the details Haddish left out, because as we know the Knowles-Carter family is extremely secretive. There’s one thing that’s certain though: Yoncé is still not here to play with you hoes.”
Hmmm, I really thought I had a husband with more integrity and love for me, his children and God. I didn’t think I needed to check any of his coworkers for their lack of a moral compass. Should I have? I really should have had the conversation with my husband at that time.
I wonder now if Janice has to live the way Beyoncé has to live. When you know your man is a cheat there is no security. Fame, fortune, talent–doesn’t matter. There is no protection against hoes except for a better man.
In follow up to the post about Stealing and Giving Back, I am happy to report that the thieves who stole from my daughter’s friend who was trying to raise money for the European Golf Championship tournament in Scotland to which she qualified, were arrested.
There was a follow up news story on TV reporting this information as well as another interview with my daughter’s friend because two additional cheques from anonymous donors were sent in to the TV station–one for $1001 and another for $2001. Cindy was thanking the donors stating that now she could use her weekends to practice instead of fundraising.
The next day my daughter came home to tell me that the police officer, who investigated the theft and then replaced the $160 that was estimated to have been in the jar stolen from her friend as she sold samosas at a market, called her and asked her to come down to the station. He presented her with another cheque for $1880 from people who had given him money because they were inspired by his act of kindness to give the girl, from his own pocket, all she had lost.
One of the thieves was not happy to be caught. When he was being released from jail he chose to punch a door and caused damage. That landed him back in his cell. His heart was clearly not remorseful. He seems to just be mad he got caught and now has consequences to face as a result.
Cindy was trying to raise $6000 plus for her trip. Due to her own hard work and time spent fundraising and because of the kindness and generosity of strangers she has reached her goal months ahead of her hoped expectations. Despite thieves and actually as a direct result of the greediness and selfishness of others she was victorious.
Cheaters never prosper. Love hearing that their victims do.
In episode 9 of ‘The Crown’ on Netflix there is a scene where artist Graham Sutherland has been commissioned to paint the portrait of Sir Winston Churchill as a gift for his 80th birthday.
Winston Churchill wants to see Graham’s work in progress so he offers, “I could give you advice. After all, I know this face better than you do.”
Graham Sutherland refuses to show him the incomplete portrait and responds, “I find in general people have very little understanding of who they are. One has to turn a blind eye to so much of one’s self to get through life.”
This scene came at exactly the time I had just ended texting with a friend. I hadn’t heard from him for awhile. The introductory two words in his four-word message offended me.
I responded by asking him why he would say what he did to me and that I found it insulting. I explained why.
His response: “Be nice. I am just messing.”
I suggested that he take his own advice and be nice because what he was insinuating in his text was not nice. I then said, “If you want to be one of those people that pops up in my life when you are bored then you might try to make it a more positive experience.”
His response: “Good Bye Robyn, omg. When you finish being a bitch let me know.”
My response: “You insulted me and I let you know that you did. Instead of apologizing you called me a bitch.”
His response: “Pretend I never existed. Just trying to be funny and you take it the wrong way again. I am dead to you.”
My response: “It is a very immature way to deal with someone who is only telling you that you made an insulting comment. You could have owned it, accepted responsibility, apologized and learned from it so you don’t make the same mistake to others. A little self-awareness goes a long way.”
His response: “Good luck with your life. When you want to be nice and realize I am just playing let me know. You are the immature one, chill out and relax. Grow up. I was just trying to be funny. Drama queen.”
Although I don’t think he was intentionally trying to hurt me with his comment, he has used similar sentiments to purposely attack me in the past so I was very sensitive to his words. I explained that. He might have made a dig but I was giving him the benefit of the doubt and just told him it was a hurtful comment that was not funny to me.
I have offended people unintentionally, in business and in my personal life. If it is brought to my intention, I feel terrible and it is honestly my heart to do and say what I need to in order to make it right. I don’t blame the person for feeling offended by what I have done or said. I go out of my way to apologize and to hopefully make them feel better about the situation, to know I am genuine, sincere and remorseful in hurting them and I do what I can and need to in order to mend any tear in our relationship.
In the episode of The Crown that I was watching, Sir Winston Churchill hated the portrait when it was revealed. He met with the artist afterwards in private at his Chartwell home where the painting was sent but never hung and called the portrait a “humiliation”. He said it looked like he was “sitting on a chair producing a stool. A broken, sagging, pitiful creature, squeezing and squeezing.” He felt it was “treacherous, an unpatriotic, cowardly assault by the left.”
The prime minister felt it was “a betrayal of friendship”. The artist explained that he took the commission because he greatly admired the PM and came through the experience of painting his portrait admiring him even more. The PM quipped, “Do you make monsters of everyone you admire?” The artist compassionately spoke, “It’s not vindictive. It is art. It is not personal.”
Then the PM did what my friend did after I spoke my truth. Where the artist said it wasn’t personal, the PM made it personal and attacked, “You are a lost soul, a narcissist without direction or …”(he is cut off by Graham Sutherland.)
Mr. Sutherland advised Mr. Churchill to give it time and not to over react. He shared that he showed Lady Churchill, his wife, the sketches during the process and she felt it was accurate. The PM responded: “That is the whole point. It is not a reasonably truthful image of me.” The artist said, “It is sir.” The PM angrily responded, “It is cruel.”
Then Graham Sutherland firmly and directly speaks his truth, “Age is cruel. If you see decay there is decay. If you see frailty it is because there is frailty. I can’t be blamed for what is and I refuse to hide and disguise what I see. If you are engaged in a fight with something then it is not with me. It is with your own blindness.!”
At the end of the episode Sir Winston Churchill is shown burning the portrait. It is reported in history, though, that it was Lady Churchill who destroyed the portrait because of the distress it caused her husband.
Maybe we should all have a commissioned portrait and see if we have the courage to hang it, look at it and recognize ourselves.
I like the idea of Dave and Janice being together for the rest of their lives and having to live with the consequences of choosing their new path. I know they will be repaid accordingly in life for the hurt, damage and selfishness they chose instead of doing right but I don’t need to know how that destiny unfolds.
I would not want to be Janice and be held accountable to God for what he brought together and she chose to tear apart. Dave carries an even higher onus of responsibility. As a Christian, baptized as an adult, choosing to live for Christ, he knows the scripture promises. He should be shivering, as even Satan trembles at the mention of God, but instead lives in arrogance and debauchery denying God, his word, his children, his faith and his responsibilities.
So I have to say I was a little disappointed when my younger daughter happily proclaimed to my eldest daughter, when she came home for Canadian Thanksgiving in October, that she hadn’t seen Janice since my older daughter left for university in the summer. My oldest daughter said that Janice was coming to dinner with their dad and them over the weekend but she didn’t show up. The kids discussed that Janice and Dave went to Vegas for her 50th birthday in September and talked about how they went to a Cirque du Soleil show (unimaginative gift since he took me for my 40th and took me to a Cirque du Soleil show, too)but they were speculating whether or not the relationship had hit the end of the road.
When my youngest daughter told me that Janice was in the vehicle when we saw them coming off the ferry in November my youngest daughter told my oldest daughter. When he wasn’t bringing her to see my daughter dance I then wondered to myself if maybe the trip to Vancouver was last minute and a way to try and rekindle something or simply Dave using her for company so he didn’t have to be alone or maybe another girl bailed. My experience with him when we dated was that he would pick fights and use that as an excuse to go out with other women and probably did that in our marriage as well now that I have hindsight. I suspect this leopard shows off his same spots and that Janice will fail to acknowledge the truth of Mr. Duplicity at least until her guaranteed destruction can’t be ignored.
It was only yesterday that my youngest daughter came home and announced her lucky streak was over. Janice came with them to lunch (actually at a new burger place right around the corner from my yoga studio where my daughter pointed out my car to them in the parking lot as they drove by and it is a place that I frequent and almost went for lunch yesterday as well).
So I smile as the two of them deservingly are still together. I would never want them to miss out on everything that is still to come.