by Heather L. Lawton
My mother and father didn’t have a traditional marriage. I saw them laugh; I saw them debate, but I saw no passion. My father loved my mother unconditionally; my mother, too busy setting conditions. However, they managed to give me a memorable and beautiful childhood, mainly because of my mother, for which I’ll always be grateful.
The unorthodox nature of their marriage did not deter me from getting married. Nor was it the boyfriends I’ve had—my relationships have been healthy and respectful. Instead, my reservations stem from how other women are treated, both within and outside the entertainment industry.
For example, men like Bill Clinton, Jay-Z, and Donald Trump made me pray my husband away. Because of this, I’m proud not to feel the same pressure my peers do to be married.
All the men listed above are married to women whom many find remarkable. Clinton found his equal in Hillary—academically, in ambition, and, I believe, in cunning. Not to mention, Hillary was very attractive in her youth. Beyoncé remains one of the most beautiful and talented women in the music industry, yet Jay-Z admitted to The New York Times that he repeatedly cheated on her. Donald Trump is married to a supermodel who is attractive by most people’s standards, accomplished, and has given him a beautiful son. Despite all these qualities, their husbands’ behavior remains unchanged.
Looking ahead, I don't know what the future holds for these women or for me. Still, I'm glad my parents decided not to have more children. Because I was often alone socially, my mother prepared me for solitude by insisting I dine alone in restaurants and see movies by myself. She understood that my high expectations for a future partner might make my journey challenging.
If I live another 20 years without finding true love—purposefully avoiding men like Clinton, Jay-Z, and Trump—I’ll quote the Dixie Chicks: “I paid a price, but I’ll keep paying.”
For a long list of cheaters, click here, and read the She Knows article.
As always,
I say to America, you better get mad, till you get f$cking glad. I’m out!
