Only ten years? She left lickety split.
But it seems her qualms about the end of the relationship extend beyond just the timing.
“Her broken promises / told to me by/headlines / i’m raising the kids / doing what i can / second set of yours,” Michaels writes.
In Etheridge’s filing, she cited irreconcilable differences as the reason for the split and asked that the court not award Michaels financial support. Michaels gave birth to the couple’s son Miller and daughter Johnnie in 2006.
“Could you stop blind sighting [sic] me?” she concludes. “Unless it’s another art form you’re working on / have a good concert.”
A rep for Etheridge couldn’t be reached for comment.
http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20399520,00.html
Particularly interesting is the fact that Etheridge asked that the court not award financial support to Michaels. Etheridge and Michaels have been together for 9 years. Since the birth of their children, Michaels has been a stay-at-home mom while “She with the Guitar focused on her Guitar,” according to the blog.
Things have gotten so bad for the one-time television star that she’s had to rely on the kindness of neighbors. “The other week I had to borrow money from a friend. Two weeks ago I had to scrape together $1.25 to pay for gas. I know [Etheridge] doesn’t want to give me money. trust. I’m borrowing cash left and right from people to get through this summer, and feed my kids, with a stomach full of ulcers, thank you.”
It is very rare for homosexuals to stay together. It’s not about love....homosexuality is a sexual disorder. Although, I have a gay friend who has been with his partner for over 50 years. They were gay before it was cool.
In a new poem on her blog, Tammy is airing her anger and hurt, uncensored.
no more censorship for me?
well, no censorship?
really, honey?
awesome.
things can be a long time coming
to one
and smash the hell out of
another:
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 evolved
you needed to be happy-
but really... you withdrew your hands
from family and intimacy
to pluck those strings more
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,
you know?
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,
the holidays....
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?
whew.
good. cuz sitting on the fence of
“speak true”
and
“say nothing”
fucking rides a pole so far up my ass 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.
home again.
feeling true.
feeling honest.
“Petition for Dissolution of Domestic Partnership”
Hmm, I got a feeling that’s just not gonna have the same ring as D-I-V-O-R-C-E if Etheridge decides to write a song about all this.
/Tammy Wynette
So Julie Cypher decided to dump Melissa, turn back into a hetero and marry a man?
Just like former Ellen DeGeneres squeeze Anne Heche.
I wonder how often lesbians go straight, that’s NOT supposed to happen according to our betters.
Gee, I thought the memo said that this is why "a woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle." -- men are selfish and unreliable.
So now, a woman needs a woman like a fish needs a cat.
And just think: with artificial insemination, the abandoned, jilted woman can't sue the selfish, leaving woman for paternity, or (I guess) for child support: biologically, she has had *NOTHING* to do with them, either sperm or egg.
Just holding the turkey baster doesn't count.
Schadedfreude, thy name is womyn.
Cheers!
Why does she want custody of kids that aren’t even hers? No way they could have made babies together.. their father is out there somewhere. All the selfishness and mental problems. Poor, poor kids :(
Who gets the equipment?
So, will David Crosby sue for custody of his children?
I am CRUSHED (not).
David Crosby needs to cough up some real child support money now.
Gay marriage issues aside, for Melissa to leave Tammy so abruptly - bad enough, but to leave her virtually penniless (if true) is just heartless, since by agreement Tammy stayed home with their kids while Melissa pursued her career. Heartless. The Gloria Allreds would be all over this case if it were a man (allegedly cheating and) leaving the mother of his children penniless. Melissa should expect no less in the name of equality.