So Gwyneth Paltrow and her rockstar husband is separating. Or, to be more precise, they’re into conscious uncoupling.
I feel for Gwyneth. Even though I’m not a fan and I’m still sore about her Oscar win for Shakespeare in Love (yes, I haven’t gotten over that because she bested Meryl Streep in my favorite film ever), there’s a good reason why I can totally empathize: Gwyneth and Chris were an unlikely couple. She met him when she was heartbroken, and he provided the happy distraction that she needed. She uprooted herself from Hollywood to be with him at the other side of the world. And they were exact opposites, but the one thing they had in common was that they made each other laugh.
I’m no Gwyneth and he’s no Chris, and I’m liable for being the most delusional person in the world for even thinking that there are similarities between our story and theirs, but the bottom line is this: Another unlikely couple I was rooting for ended badly. This provides further evidence that when there’s just too much to overcome in a relationship, something’s gotta give along the way. Which only confirms my theory that love can only do so much. This makes me sad for Gwyneth. And for myself. And for every other girl who longs to believe that love can conquer all.
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