SeriouslyReaders, we’re gonna take a minute to talk to Elizabeth Edwards for a post. You can read along, but it won’t be pretty.
How dare you, Elizabeth? What gives you the right to keep your husband’s affair a secret? Huh?
Look, Betty: we’re the American people. Your husband is famous. That means he’s ours to rake over the coals.
Your choices in this were limited to a) looking like a victim or b) kicking him to the curb so we can date him send him to prison or something.
It’s almost like you cheated on us.
Shh, it’s OK. Don’t cry. We’re not mad at you … just disappointed.