The Associated Press and Harvey Levin’s Twitter simultaneously broke the news that Demi Moore is for sure, for serious, for realsies, divorcing Ashton Kutcher.
If you thought to yourself, Oh, boy, now Ashton really can date one of his stepdaughters, congratulations! You are as sick as I am.
Her official statement:
It is with great sadness and a heavy heart that I have decided to end my six-year marriage to Ashton. As a woman, a mother and a wife there are certain values and vows that I hold sacred, and it is in this spirit that I have chosen to move forward with my life. This is a trying time for me and my family, and so I would ask for the same compassion and privacy that you would give to anyone going through a similar situation.
This honestly makes me sad: I had hoped this pair of weirdos might work things out and make it through to the other side.
Oh, well. If Demi ever dates again, I hope she picks an adult next time.
God, this is so sad! I wish her the best. I know exactly how she is feeling, I just got out of a 6 year relationship myself.
I really hope she gets the privacy she deserves and that she’ll be able to find happiness soon.
Proof once again that love is not only blind but brain dead. In the final analysis, how could she have been the only person on the planet that didn’t see this coming? How could she have imagined that this could possibly last forever? We’ve all been fools in love, but I can honestly say I have never been this downright stoooopid in my life.
love to Demi and forgiveness…
He’s a tool. She’s better off without him.
Once the blowjobs stop, the marriage is doomed.