First I want to say thank you for the outpouring of love and concern towards Traveller the cat and her furry little family. We were all so touched by it, you have no idea.
Today’s post though will be quite a bit different from yesterdays.
I try very hard not to pen anything controversial, not because I haven’t an opinion, that will be the day. My aim is more to entertain and just plain try to make you laugh for the couple of minutes we spend together on the page, HOWEVER…
The Bobby Kennedy Jr. verses Mary Kennedy divorce records that hit the tabloids yesterday also hit me.
The writer Laurence Leamer, who I’d like to slam, somehow got his hands on Kennedy’s confidential court papers he filed in 2010.
Let’s look at the word ‘confidential’ for a moment, shall we?
It’s an adjective meaning, ‘intended to be kept secret ‘ so how did Leamer manage to more or less sell these papers to Newsweek?
It really makes me sick.
As most of you know, Mary Kennedy took her own life a month ago at the age of 51 leaving behind 4 children and from what I understand, an insurmountable broken heart. I don’t mind telling you how much her death affected me even though I penned something very neutral when it happened and chose to move on.
Then the New York Post ran a story that Kerry Kennedy, Mary’s sister-in-law and long time friend wrote saying how Mary suffered from severe depression most of her life. http://www.huffingtonpost.com/kerry-kennedy/mary-richardson-kennedy_b_1537286.html
It steamed up my glasses to say the least especially when she wrote we should not remember Mary for her despair. How about telling your brother that.
If someone is that notoriously depressed do you leave them alone in a huge house with nothing but echos of former family life and overwhelming debt?
Bobby took the kids, wouldn’t give her any money…imagine with all that Kennedy wealth he claimed to not have any. The papers say he’s a pauper next to some of his cousins but come on, how broke could he be? On top of it, now he’s stating she was abusive; hit him, stole from his daughter from a previous marriage and killed his dog. Not only is all this venom in this week’s Newsweek but the New York Post ran juicy tidbits on its front page.
When I hear a woman hits a man I know two things, if it’s true he probably deserved it and there’s a good chance he hit her first. According to some rag I read online that made the Post sound like the Wall Street Journal Mary was trained as a boxer and before they were married gave Bobby a black eye. This is before I read Leamer’s vomit in Newsweek. Sounds like RFK Jr. was courting Joe Frasier. Honestly, is he that much of a wimp to have to say she beat him up?
How about rest in peace, you’d think that was something a man who’s lost so many family members including his father and two brothers might have a little respect for.
I don’t care that he claimed all this while she was still alive. It’s cruel and unnecessarily brutal.
And isn’t it admirable that we’re slandering her when she’s not here to defend herself? Did you hear that Mr. Leamer?
Mary apparently was an alcoholic so I get why Bobby didn’t want to be married to her anymore but to treat her so insensitively knowing she suffered from acute depression more than baffles me.
I know a lot about alcoholism having two parents who suffered from it. I’ve left more than one man because of it. It’s not a day at the beach to have an alcoholic so intimately in your life, but when it’s time to call it a day, you can go with grace, something the Kennedys tend to lack.
The whole Irish Catholic thing they wear on their sleeves eludes me as well. You see, when you’re a real believer, you don’t treat people like that. You’re kind, patient. You try to help them. You don’t go out of your way to kill them off by appearing in public with a sexy T.V. star when you’re not yet divorced, especially when you know it’s going to really hurt someone who at one time you professed to love.
I’m sorry, I should probably delete this and write about enduring love or sex, two things people are thrilled to read about. When I do, my hits are off the charts.
But when I think about it, I am writing about love, that clearly was absent.
I want to say Mary, wherever you are and I do believe you’re in a kinder place where peace rather than cruelty reigns, some of us don’t believe those trumped up, exaggerated allegations. I don’t care what the maid said.
Do I think you had problems?
Did you act out because of them?
Of course you did, but didn’t he promise to stand by you for better or worse, in sickness and in health, isn’t that what one agrees to when you take those vows?
And by the way, I also don’t believe God turns his back on a woman whose life was so painful that she had to leave it. According to the Catholic Church suicides aren’t welcomed in heaven. I beg to differ. I think God embraces and comforts those who couldn’t make it on this side of the rainbow.
Bobby Kennedy Junior, who bears the name of a man I have always revered, needs to rethink the man he’s become.
He could have gotten a divorce without chopping her off at the knees. What about the kids? She was still their mother and from many gentler accounts from people who had true affection for her, she was a loving soul battling her demons the best she could.
But when someone is stripped of everything she loves, what did everyone expect? She was going to go back to school and earn another degree? Write a book and hit the lecture circuit? Cut her losses? Oh she cut her losses alright.
Can we please leave this woman in peace?
Mr. Leamer, for your sake, I hope we never meet.