If I hear the phrase “pu--- whipped” one more time, I’m going to have to break something. A whipped man would never call out his wife if he thought she did something wrong. Joe wasn’t happy about my Chanel bag tweet. Meanwhile, anyone who says he never sticks up for his sister should be eating their words right now. In my own defense, I posted it in reaction to Teresa retweeting a link to a nasty blog about me. I was pissed off, and I impulse tweeted in retaliation. We’re constantly going tit for tat, and we’ll never get anywhere that way. Joe told me I was wrong to do it, and I agreed with my husband. I shouldn’t stoop to her level. It only gives her something to complain about.
That’s our marriage in a nutshell. Joe will defend me to anyone. But when we’re alone, if one of us has a problem with something the other did -- even something as minor as tweet -- we talk it out. Sometimes, we yell it out. Joe and I have a real marriage. We argue. We struggle. We don’t put on an act like we’re happy and laughing all the time. That’s not who we are, or what we want to represent.