Elizabeth didn't want to die and leave her little kids with her philandering dirtbag husband. I can't blame her for being bitter.
Elizabeth didn't want to die and leave her little kids with her philandering dirtbag husband. I can't blame her for being bitter.
Saint Elizabeth and the Ego Monster - Excerpt from Game Change
Page 3:
No one in the Edwardses’ political circle felt anything less than complete sympathy for Elizabeth’s plight. And yet the romance between her and the electorate struck them as ironic nonetheless—because their own relationships with her were so unpleasant that they felt like battered spouses. The nearly universal assessment among them was that there was no one on the national stage for whom the disparity between public image and private reality was vaster or more disturbing.
With her husband, she could be intensely affectionate or brutally dismissive. At times subtly, at times blatantly, she was forever letting John know that she regarded him as her intellectual inferior. She called her spouse a “hick” in front of other people and derided his parents as rednecks. One time, when a friend asked if John had read a certain book, Elizabeth burst out laughing. “Oh, he doesn’t read books,” she said. “I’m the one who reads books.”
There's more. A LOT more.