I just read an article in The New York Times SundayStyles section about a man and a woman who met at an event at their kids’ school, became friends (as did their spouses), went on family vacations together, couldn’t stop thinking of each other when they were apart, professed their mutual love one night in a bar, left their spouses and married.
She is Carol Anne Riddell, 44, a former local TV reporter in NY. He is John Partilla, 46, soon to be COO of an ad agency. “The part that’s hard for people to believe is we didn’t have an affair,” Carol Anne said in the article. “I didn’t want to sneak around and sleep with him on the side. I wanted to get up in the morning and read the paper with him.” You are a saint, Carol Anne.
Their collective children (there are five) were “devastated” and their spouses “distraught,” the piece says. But Carol Anne and John Boy were “soul mates,” so they were “brave enough to hold hands and jump.” Brave enough? Do you believe this. BRAVE ENOUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! to devastate their children.
I understand that people fall in love outside their marriages all the time. I did, and I left my husband and hurt my two little kids when I was 41. But why in God’s name would these two uncontrollably narcissistic people agree to a newspaper interview and subject their former spouses and children to the pain all over again? “I will always feel terribly about the pain I caused my ex husband. My kids are going to look and me and know that I am flawed and not perfect, but also deeply in love,” Carol Anne said.
Who cares whether you’re “deeply in love?” You’re deeply pathetic. You both turned my stomach by flaunting yourselves the way you have.