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טוב יש פה איזה אחת שרשמה ספר עליה ועל אמינם כאילו אחת שהייתה חברה שלו בזמן שהוא וקים עמדו להתגרש.. תקראו זה מה זה מעניין קצת ארוךך אבל מעניין! מי שרוצה אחרכך אני ירשום את זה בקצרה בעברית.. I'm not doing this for anyone but me. Most people think they know what really happened, and why I wrote the book and they will continue to think what they want. I don't have time or energy to try and change people's opinions about me. But it's in my personality to want to make the truth absolutely clear. I have neglected to do that in my book on the advice of my agent and my ex-husband. I now intend to change that. This is the one and only post I intend to make, no matter what kind of ridicule I receive from posting my side of the story. My ex-husband and I have had problems, serious problems since we got married. You could definately compare our marriage to that of Marshall and Kim Mathers. I guess you could call it a love-hate relationship. When things were good, they were really good and when they were bad, they were disasterous. Being friends with Marshall only magnified that. My ex and Marshall never got along, and my ex always told me that I was being naive, that Marshall had deeper feelings for me, that I was being used and I wasnt allowed to be around him. The more Marshall called me, mostly daily, the more it enraged my ex. Marshall would call, tell me that no one was there to help him, and I would go running. In my mind that's what friends do. That's what I did for Kim, before she started wasting her life away and rejected all of those friends who wouldnt help her waste her life away. But as my marriage got really bad, Marshall was in my corner, telling me that my kids and I deserve better. He gave me a safe haven on the nights when I was getting knocked around or in screaming matches with my ex. It meant alot to me to have a friend that cared about me as much as I cared about him. I, in return, gave him advice on his love life and was there to help him take care of Hailie when his family was too busy living the "glamorous life". He seemed to appreciate that he had a real friend who never expected anything from him. I think over time, he got more comfortable with me than either of us planned. Our relationship actually started the summer before. During the summer of 2001, I had separated from my ex husband and sought shelter at my parents home, where I, or my younger sister would watch Hailie almost daily. Marshall had asked me out, as a friend, to attend a concert/birthday party for his friend Royce. I accepted and Marshall and I had a great time which ended in us becoming closer than we anticipated. We both thought would be one-time thing. I was not ready for a relationship and neither was he, for we were both separated from our spouses and he was actually going through a divorce with Kim. We felt it was just an act of weakness between two people going through hard times. I hadn't even started divorce proceedings. I wasnt even sure what was going to happen with my marriage. We talked often. He was out of the country on tour and whenever he'd call me, he was mainly checking on Hailie, sometimes talking to me about his problems with Mariah and he told me he would talk to me more when he got home. Soon after that period, my husband started seeking counseling for his abusive behavior and convinced me to come back home, only for the abuse to start again less than a month later. Marshall and I kept in touch, becoming close, so close that we were family. Our kids called us "aunt" and "uncle". It was like we had an unspoken understanding that our one incident together was not to be discussed or acknowledged ever again. As time went on, things got really bad again with my ex and I was starting to realize that the wicked treatment I was receiving at home (whether I was hanging with Marshall or not) was not getting better. I had not left him because I didnt want to uproot my kids. I was worried about what switching schools and homes would do to them. Marshall was insistant on me filing for divorce. He knew I didnt have the money for a lawyer and insisted he pay for my expenses. I refused at first. I NEVER would take money from him. Not when I had to buy things for Hailie, or dinner when she'd stay at my house, or when I took her to the movies. I made him put his money away all those other times. Finally after him constantly bugging me to file for a divorce, I accepted. I cried in his office and told him that I was afraid that accepting his help would put me into the same catagory as all the other people who took him and his money for granted. He yelled at me. "If I thought that you weren't REAL, would I offer to help you? Don't be stupid". He told me he loved me, he was there for me and hugged me. The next morning at work, his accountants office called me for the details. The money was deposited into my account the next day. I've never been one to take help without feeling guilty, but I knew this would come back to haunt me.
טוב יש פה איזה אחת שרשמה ספר עליה ועל אמינם כאילו אחת שהייתה חברה שלו בזמן שהוא וקים עמדו להתגרש.. תקראו זה מה זה מעניין קצת ארוךך אבל מעניין! מי שרוצה אחרכך אני ירשום את זה בקצרה בעברית.. I'm not doing this for anyone but me. Most people think they know what really happened, and why I wrote the book and they will continue to think what they want. I don't have time or energy to try and change people's opinions about me. But it's in my personality to want to make the truth absolutely clear. I have neglected to do that in my book on the advice of my agent and my ex-husband. I now intend to change that. This is the one and only post I intend to make, no matter what kind of ridicule I receive from posting my side of the story. My ex-husband and I have had problems, serious problems since we got married. You could definately compare our marriage to that of Marshall and Kim Mathers. I guess you could call it a love-hate relationship. When things were good, they were really good and when they were bad, they were disasterous. Being friends with Marshall only magnified that. My ex and Marshall never got along, and my ex always told me that I was being naive, that Marshall had deeper feelings for me, that I was being used and I wasnt allowed to be around him. The more Marshall called me, mostly daily, the more it enraged my ex. Marshall would call, tell me that no one was there to help him, and I would go running. In my mind that's what friends do. That's what I did for Kim, before she started wasting her life away and rejected all of those friends who wouldnt help her waste her life away. But as my marriage got really bad, Marshall was in my corner, telling me that my kids and I deserve better. He gave me a safe haven on the nights when I was getting knocked around or in screaming matches with my ex. It meant alot to me to have a friend that cared about me as much as I cared about him. I, in return, gave him advice on his love life and was there to help him take care of Hailie when his family was too busy living the "glamorous life". He seemed to appreciate that he had a real friend who never expected anything from him. I think over time, he got more comfortable with me than either of us planned. Our relationship actually started the summer before. During the summer of 2001, I had separated from my ex husband and sought shelter at my parents home, where I, or my younger sister would watch Hailie almost daily. Marshall had asked me out, as a friend, to attend a concert/birthday party for his friend Royce. I accepted and Marshall and I had a great time which ended in us becoming closer than we anticipated. We both thought would be one-time thing. I was not ready for a relationship and neither was he, for we were both separated from our spouses and he was actually going through a divorce with Kim. We felt it was just an act of weakness between two people going through hard times. I hadn't even started divorce proceedings. I wasnt even sure what was going to happen with my marriage. We talked often. He was out of the country on tour and whenever he'd call me, he was mainly checking on Hailie, sometimes talking to me about his problems with Mariah and he told me he would talk to me more when he got home. Soon after that period, my husband started seeking counseling for his abusive behavior and convinced me to come back home, only for the abuse to start again less than a month later. Marshall and I kept in touch, becoming close, so close that we were family. Our kids called us "aunt" and "uncle". It was like we had an unspoken understanding that our one incident together was not to be discussed or acknowledged ever again. As time went on, things got really bad again with my ex and I was starting to realize that the wicked treatment I was receiving at home (whether I was hanging with Marshall or not) was not getting better. I had not left him because I didnt want to uproot my kids. I was worried about what switching schools and homes would do to them. Marshall was insistant on me filing for divorce. He knew I didnt have the money for a lawyer and insisted he pay for my expenses. I refused at first. I NEVER would take money from him. Not when I had to buy things for Hailie, or dinner when she'd stay at my house, or when I took her to the movies. I made him put his money away all those other times. Finally after him constantly bugging me to file for a divorce, I accepted. I cried in his office and told him that I was afraid that accepting his help would put me into the same catagory as all the other people who took him and his money for granted. He yelled at me. "If I thought that you weren't REAL, would I offer to help you? Don't be stupid". He told me he loved me, he was there for me and hugged me. The next morning at work, his accountants office called me for the details. The money was deposited into my account the next day. I've never been one to take help without feeling guilty, but I knew this would come back to haunt me.