Do you remember where you were that day? I do. I was at the 92nd Street Y at a yoga class with my then Israeli lover who said, “Who cares. In my country it happens every day, all day.” Needless to say, our relationship didn’t last too long after that.
Diana’s two boys are all grown up, and she’d be a 54 year-old proud grandmother still doing good works, I’m sure.
I’ve always had a great affinity towards her after learning of the many difficulties she endured, like bulimia and depression, brought on by a turbulent childhood never feeling loved by her parents who drank and fought like two blue bloodied alley cats. With the exception of the blue blood part, we had the same story.
At 20 she meets Prince Charles who wasn’t all that interested since he was pretty besotted with his now Missus, Camilla Parker Bowles, he at the time, couldn’t wed because she was too experienced, as the Royals put it if you’d been married and not past free.
Diana, on the other hand, if you discount her stormy inner life, was chaste and unsullied as a fresh snow. The Queen, who met Diana first, urged Charles to take her as a bride.
So, for all the wrong reasons, in 1981, Diana and Charles were married while 750 million people sat glued to their television sets including yours truly. But unbeknownst to Diana, she was chosen only because she looked so perfect on paper. The Spencers were an old, well-respected family, in theory at least, whose blood would blend nicely with the Windsor’s.
She’d be a good breeder alright, just a joyless one because the bloom was off the rose that never quite opened soon after her honeymoon. Charles in so many words, merely cut a deal.
Like the rest of his family, Charles was cold and lacked the affection Diana desperately needed. It wasn’t because he wasn’t capable, he was raised that way, to not show emotion. And truth be told, he was more sensitive than either of his parents who would berate him if he let it show.
It’s so easy to ruin your kids, sure doesn’t take much. And the sad part is, it doesn’t take much to rear them well either. It’s the path parents take that decides the future of their offspring who, let’s remember, never asked to be brought into this world to begin with.
To quote Jacqueline Kennedy, “If you bungle raising your children, I don’t think whatever else you do matters.”
Diana and Charles were both extremely fucked up people, and rather than bonding because of it, it tore them apart. Diana’s constant nagging accusing him of still seeing Camilla, and according to one historian, he only started when Diana began having affairs of her own.
Another author claims, he never stopped seeing Camilla which might explain Diana’s alleged philandering.
But we, their audience, will never really know the truth behind those private palace doors, now will we?
Take it from me, when you’re that damaged by your childhood, it’s hard to meet everyone’s expectations, and like her husband, she too couldn’t just turn off her tears so her chilly in-laws would feel more comfortable.
Personally, I think Charles’s love for Diana grew after she died finally seeing her humanity.
Her sons, who she raised to be aware of the pain of others, are exceptional human beings.
How proud she’d be of William and Harry, and their father, who has taken loving care of them since her death. His heart, rusted shut for so long, finally opened for his sons, and Camilla, who he finally married in 2005.
He’s come a long way since Diana left the planet on that fateful night. I remember reading how moments before the crash, she said, she was frightened for the paparazzi on their motorbikes for fear they’d be hurt…the driver with a man on the back taking photos concerned her less than their safety.
But alas, with a drunken driver at the wheel and an irate boyfriend urging him to go even faster, her life was stolen at the age of 36.
“I’m much closer to the people at the bottom than the people at the top.”
The Day Diana Died – Christopher Anderson…1999
The Queen and Di: The Untold Story – Ingrid Seward…2002
The Diana Chronicles – Tina Brown…2008
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