The whole reason I ended it was out of respect and love for the man,” she told the [UK Sun]. “It felt like I was living in a coffin. It was going to be a coffin for both of us and I saw him crushed.”
Sinéad. I realize you’re in damage-control mode. You’re trying to get Barry off the hook, to let him come out of this nightmare looking blameless. That’s fine; that’s admirable, even. But “talking endlessly about the divorce” is not the same thing as “handling a divorce with kid gloves.” It’s, like, the opposite of that.
I feel for you, woman. I do. I even have the same tendency to overshare, to analyze things in front of a listening audience until the horse is totally dead. It’s… not attractive. But to borrow liberally from a well-worded reader comment, “find that inner edit button.” Rein it in, sister.
Or get a reality show! There’s always that option, I guess.