After yesterdays post, I feel like I want to clear a few misconceptions. Ric and I had been separated for two years at the time of his death. We led separate lives while still living together. At the Rock&Roll hall of fame induction, I appeared as his wife for the last time. I knew how much it meant to him, and I wanted to give him a perfect weekend as a parting gift. He was the only artist who didn’t thank his wife. We had already been separated for a year by then. I thought we were navigating the end of our marriage with all the love we had for one another. It turned out- after his death- that we thought of it very differently. But he’s not here to repudiate or validate, so this is only my take on it. I was deeply deeply hurt by his actions that came to light after his death- besides being flung into unexpected and horrifying grief. All those who loved him are still in the process of assembling ourselves from beneath his shadow, whether it was a cooling gentle protection from the sun, or a cold dark spot. I am not to be pitied as the saintly wife- nor reviled as the woman who walked away. We all make mistakes. I’m fortunate to live on and learn and be a better person. My husband wasn’t so lucky. To me the moral of the story is to love as much and as hard as possible, so when you have to exit this world, you’ll leave your loved ones with thousands of memories of love. I write about all this in my book. But it’s not a tell-all. I’m a good keeper of other peoples secrets. I’m unfiltered only when it comes to my own thoughts and feelings. #betweenjloandbettywhite #realloveneverdies #lifeiscomplicated #nofilter