It was announced today the Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie are separating after a little over two years of wedded bliss. Now, this is not the type of thing I usually cover here at the blog but considering the couple met on the set of a movie, Mr. and Mrs. Smith, I find that it fits here. But don’t get used to it. I’m a respectable publication. I only deal in cold hard facts that I can then talk about with no real idea if it’s true or not.
Brad and Angelina always seemed like a happy couple to me. It’s always a shame to see a marriage ending but I had genuine hopes for them. Brad seemed to straighten Angelina out. I remember a time when she would open mouth kiss her brother on the red carpet, sleep with exotic blades under her pillow, and wear a vial of her lover’s blood around her neck. Fast forward to Brad Pitt. When they were together she started doing more charity work, she adopted her children as well as had a few with Pitt, made amends with her estranged father, Jon Voight. Motherhood really seemed to agree with her.
I can only hope that the break will be amicable. However, with accusations of drug abuse and her questioning of the parenting methods of Pitt, a friendly handshake seems like a long way off. The aforementioned children are whom I’m mainly concerned with. As someone who is unfortunately versed in what happens when a couple splits and children are involved, it’s not pretty. I wish the best of luck to the both of them at any rate. Now back to my regularly scheduled ramblings where I can talk about the oncoming crap-fest that the Maleficent sequel will undoubtedly become.