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“I don’t know that we’re in the same place anymore, that we want the same thing,” she says quietly. “I’ve been struggling with the question of ‘Who is this person?’ for a while. I remember where I was the first time I heard her name. It’s one of those things where you can try to make it go away, but there’s blaring, red flashing lights.”
It's really pretty sad. As much as I want to punch her in the face and tell her how much of a B she is, they have EIGHT KIDS. That's not going to be an easy divorce.
Good thing is, there are enough kids to join together and start a war and takeover the family.
Count me in for buying this week's People... Or at least "skimming through" in the grocery line.
love,
elizabethany
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