RadarOnline.com is reporting that Brooke Mueller, Charlie Sheen’s wife of what, a couple of years, tops– wants the eff OUT of this crap. There are a few problems with this, though. Brooke’s tryna quit the crack (awesome, Mom) and The Sheen is in rehab for coke and booze for the eight millionth time. I’m all for rehab and really working on your shit, but wow. Sheen’s Christmas traditions include holding a knife to his wife’s throat while in a coke and alcohol-haze in front of his baby twins, and well–“traditions” run deep, y’all. I guess instead of giving each other jammies on Christmas Eve like everyone else does as a holiday tradition, he reaches for the closest Henckel knife. MERRY CHRISTMAS!!
Brooke wants out. She’s said it before and she’s saying it again right now. She’s worried though, because Charlie has a lot of dirt on her. Using drugs while raising children is obviously a horrible situation. The marriage is a nightmare. She can’t take it anymore. Remember, the Christmas day incident that ended with Charlie’s arrest started when she told him she wanted a divorce. Things didn’t get magically better after that.”
Apparently, Child Protective Services have been out to check on the twins, Bob (I know, right?) and Max. Ummm…DURRR. This will one one ugly divorce and custody case. Oh, and Charlie’s ex, Denise Richards said she’ll testify “if she’s forced”–in other words, she’s already at the courthouse.
I’m being punished. I clearly need to be forced to kneel on uncooked rice for several hours. (See Catholic Punishment.) I’ve spent far too much time on my laptop for the past year and a half working on my blog — up to 15 hours a day, and now my computer is infected with some God-forsaken blogger-transmitted disease. All I was doing was checking out the 2010 Marchesa Ready-to-Wear Collection! I swear!
So I’m using my husband’s laptop and everything is foreign to my fingers and my mind. Stephen has sped off to the Geek Squad to figure out just what in Heaven’s Name has happened to my shiny black and silver appendage. I’m feeling so much phantom pain, you don’t even know.
Here’s the thing: If these two weren’t such a GOTdamn trainwreck, this picture would be really sweet. Don’t just blow it off as Blaaaaake and Amy for a second. Look how charming this couple is–tender, yet badass. Pretend you don’t recognize who they are…push aside the heroin, the crack smoking, dirty fingernails and ballet slippers, and lots of jailtime.
I know. It’s hard. Impossible, even.
Last week, Blake spoke for the first time, revealing that they’re planning to remarry, despite divorcing last year.
He [Blake] told the magazine [Heat]: ‘Amy’s wearing the Tiffany ring I bought for her three years ago again.
‘We’ve been meeting up and talking about the old times. We talk about going away somewhere and getting married.
‘Amy is always the first person I call if I have anything worrying me or that I want to share with someone. We speak on the phone at least three times every day.’
Oh, boy. Here we go. I’ve seen first-hand what co-dependent addicts can do to each other as a couple, and it’s hell on earth if you’re involved with them as family members.