Who Cares About Alex Rodriguez’ Divorce?
You have to forgive my bitterness on this issue. Today is my first wedding anniversary. It’s interesting because the same physiological changes I went through on my wedding day are the same one’s I’m going through today. Minus the excessive sweating.
I’m so blessed. I’m so happy. I’m so thrilled to be with such a good woman, that it’s hard to contain in my spirit, let alone communicate through words. And yet, everywhere I turn on my Google reader, there’s some kind of report about Alex Rodriguez’ divorce.
Dude makes more money in a year then I’ll me, my children and my grand-children will see in a lifetime. Women all over the world love this guy, probably even more that he’s broken up with his wife and is banging Madonna. I’m certain he’ll recover, just like every other celebrity and athlete who thinks side tail is the best tail.
Truth is, I’m insanely jealous. I’m in a relationship that should be the hot topic of every talk show, radio call-in and magazine, because unlike 50 percent of the marriages out there, ours works. Are we perfect? Hell no. Do we fuss and fight? Of course. Do we have a lot of work to do? Absolutely.
But we cherish all of that, and commit to all of that. So much of the world’s attention is dedicated to what goes wrong in marriages, and the dirt that flies when they are over. But I won’t get buried in it. I’m on Cloud 9 looking down at the muck and mire that marriage has become in our society.
So, good luck to Alex Rodriguez and his family, but please excuse me for enjoying something much more interesting than his crumbling relationship - then extension and celebration of my own.