Blogs and Twitter aren’t just terrible tools for the gainfully employed with a score to settle with their boss. They’re also evil technologies in the hands of celebrities, who can go off-message without the aid of a publicist, and launch into a public war they’ll later regret. This is the story of Melissa Etheridge and Tammy Lynn Michaels.
The pair announced their split last month after nine years (and two twin kids) together. It was, supposedly, a mutual decision. Or at least that’s what Etheridge wanted folks to believe when she told Oprah as much.
How could I possibly distill almost nine years of a wonderful relationship and explain to you—and I know that people really want that sound bite of ‘this happened, that happened, he said, she said,’ or something like that, and it’s not that simple. It’s about growth…It’s certainly not even fair of me to stand here and tell my story when Tammy doesn’t have the chance. … [The split was] as mutual as those things can be.
Michaels tells a different story ON. HER. BLOG!
It was a lengthy, capitalization-free entry, and even if she one day deletes the post, it’ll be around forever. The gist: How dare Melissa say she wouldn’t censor Tammy.
well, no censorship?
things can be a long time coming
and smash the hell out of
hit and run
not even staying to clean up the mess
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
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?
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
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.