I never liked John Edwards, but now I have reasons to back up my prejudices against this pretty, weaselly, self-confessed narcissist. In a New York Times article that came out this weekend, his alleged offenses are particularly sick. I’ll let the article speak for itself, but here’s one thing that stuck out as particularly gut-wrenching:
[Andrew Young, the one who falsely claimed paternity to what is likely John’s lovechild with Rielle Hunter, says that] Mr. Edwards once calmed an anxious Ms. Hunter by promising her that after his wife died, he would marry her in a rooftop ceremony in New York with an appearance by the Dave Matthews Band.
Ugh. Dave Matthews Band?!? Offensive!
I usually could not care less about a celebrity’s personal affairs, and maybe I shouldn’t care much more about this one, but I do anyway, and here’s why: Elizabeth Edwards is terminally ill and now it appears that John was not only acknowledging that he was running around on his wife while she was probably dying, but used her impending death as part of a delayed promise to another woman that “someday we’ll be even happier”. But I also care a little more about this story because I knew his family for a couple years through that all-time sports juggernaut, the Broughton High School softball team. Elizabeth was at every game and assumed the role of lead cheerleader of that pitiful, unskilled, and apathetic team that was never fun to watch and never gave any reason to cheer. But there she was, often with a bag full of dollar-store kazoos to pass around, getting the crowd excited and turning the train wreck into a circus. Back then, she sported a style that was almost hippie; she wore loose clothing but no makeup, had hair down to her waist, and accessorized with items made by artisans from around the world, that kind of thing. She has had to abandon all comfort and sell out for the guy who was almost never at any game (I understand that he was a busy hot-shot lawyer, but so were half of the committed Broughton dads in the stands), just so he could stroke his own ego and go national with his political ambitions and enjoy the company of all the worthless people that also thought he was a real sexy, classy, charming, yet genuine, guy. And now all this comes out and the guy who, when he actually showed up at those softball games, spent the majority of the time on his cell phone behind the stands seemingly had everything his crooked heart desired while the woman who poured her heart out for the team with a seasons-long losing streak had lost her husband, her private life, and her health. You have to wonder if John Edwards will ever consider anyone other than himself, or if he is even sorry that he ruined his wife’s life or that he destroyed his own family and in doing so started a dysfunctional one.