The end of any committed relationship is hard. But it’s gotta be really tough to have a very public split.
Take Melissa Etheridge and Tammy Lynn Michaels, who separated recently after nine years and two kids. Melissa has promoting her new album and telling the press that the split was mutual and had been coming a long time.
Now Tammy Lynn has finally spoken out, after reading somewhere that Melissa said she would “not censor” her. And her side of the split sounds painful, sad and probably very familiar to many couples, gay or straight.
Here’s the poem she posted on her hollywoodfarmgirl blog:
]]>no more censorship for me? well, no censorship?
awesome. things can be a long time coming
and smash the hell out of
hit and run
not even staying to clean up the mess secrets, with-holding,
whispering to all but
the one whom holds the vows
and the toddlers disappearances into the
hourglass-shaped wood with strings
never to finish a fight
never interested in clarifying,
making sense, making it right
even finishing the fight
more interested in making something rhyme
time after time after time
and later angsting that you and me, WE
it didn’t work out
you needed to be happy-
but really… you withdrew your hands
from family and intimacy
to pluck those strings more
Story continues below i’d rather hear 10,000 fans
screaming my name in worship
than hear my wife harp on me
about my family intimacy issues too,
which one is going to get me harder?
easy answer sideswiped and left mangled
up to my eyes in toilet training toddlers
and sounds of a guitar wailing
letting me know
you would probably leave me soon
i know those heart-ache wails by now i even told you it was a break up album
and you laughed at me
you laughed and laughed
i heard fearless and i got sick
“that’s your break up song with me”
i said to you
you got so angry with me, remember?
and stomped off so thank you for telling an interviewer
that you WON’T censor me on my blog
(i thought i was to say nothing, my bad)
i was so unhappy thinking people dare look at me
and think that i consider
a marriage and forever to be
nine years or six years or whatever
and i gave up on everything
and just walked off
never is that me… nope, never cuz i did not go anywhere, honey.
and you and i both know it
please stop telling the press it was mutual- my birthday rolled around,
and me and the twins sat right there waiting…
we didn’t go anywhere. we just
sat and waited and waited and waited and waited….. “i saw you with your new friends….
you wear them so well….” i think you’re saying it’s okay
to be more open now on this blog?
good. cuz sitting on the fence of
“say nothing” f***ing rides a pole so far up my a** it nearly pierces my brain, and i can’t take it anymore, now that i am back home where people don’t live in the smoke and mirrors. oh, and don’t let me forget this. i still love that damn woman so much, i’m still trying to stop. i had a dream last where honey and i were fighting and going to get a divorce, and i woke up sobbing…. then i realized. oh. it’s true. and then what do you do? when the horrible feeling in the dream gets to stay even after you wake up? there. there is my truth as of today. home again.
feeling honest. Here’s Tammy Lynn doing a pre Jane Lynch “Glee” Madonna moves in his sitcom “Popular” (1900-2001). You are Vogue, Tammy. Hang in there. This too shall pass.
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