Trading your bright wife for a dark trip.

Did you know that the fallen governor is married to a very intelligent woman? Silda Wall Spitzer was a magna cum laude graduate of Harvard Law School. NO small feat. She was one of the hightest paid associates in an incredibly successful law firm. She was bringing home her own sak of bacon. Somewhere along the line around 1990's, sort of a growing trend among women in her same situation, she chose to devote herself to raising her three daughters and taking care of her powerful husband. The modern term, the alpha male husband. I can wonder if she felt torn between her career and the gift of motherhood. I wonder if she began to feel the stress and wear of a long day at the office and three young girls who needed help with schoolwork, activities after school and what for goodness sake is dinner going to be. She probably was an alpha wife. I am sure she may have been attracted to his powerful personality. He may have been one of those take charge kind of guys, make you feel special, taken care of. His wife, as she stood behind him, looked pleasingly pretty to me. Nice hair. Pretty face. Her eyes were swollen, I am sure from crying. He chose to trade this bright, devoted, wife, mother, and mate for a "5 foot 5 inches 105 pounds petite, pretty brunette named Kristen." Her story. Wants to be a singer, ended up on the streets in New York, used drugs, has tatoos that tell a story of hardness. Her nice looks landed her a chance to make great money. No, it wasn't making great grades in school to afford a great paying job after graduation. No, it was a job that offered immediate results, never a good thing. It offered a flashy life that included expensive watches, jewelry, clothes, apartments. But, I wonder if on the trip home...to her picture perfect apartment...did she feel remorse? Did she feel awkward, lonely, used? Maybe the toys she could afford to buy gave her relief. Like a drug to numb the pain of looking at what she had become. And what about her voice? Did she sing? Or did she cry as she looked in the mirror, realizing she had traded her dream for a room of deceit. 22 years old. Self righteous. Above condemnation. Superior. Above the law. Funny, no one has called his wife anything but bright, intelligent, devoted. WE don't even know how tall she is, nothing about her looks, nothing about her hair color. Why? Because she hasn't hidden in darkness. We know what she looks like.