"It breaks my heart to see you well" - It must be love
Gabriel Aubry and Halle Berry had many years together as Follywood's most photogenic couple. Behind the scenes things were pretty ugly. Part of it was because Halle can be a viscous bitch. That might be harsh. Let's just say that she likes to organize relationships around her pride and insecurity. That's not much of a basis for a satisfying and lasting relationship. It does produce some good gossip though.For instance back when they were just starting out together Halle dragged Gabby out one morning on a shopping spree. While poor Gabby slumped through the store filling his basket with odds and ends Halle kept telling him loud enough for everyone else to hear, that she doesn't tolerate men who can't fend for themselves. The final indignity came at the cash register. When the clerk asked for the money Halle looked at her significant other and said loud enough for unnamed sources to hear "Well don't look at me. I'm not paying for it!" That left Gabby fumbling for his wallet and thinking to himself "But I didn't want any of this crap!"
The problems in their relationship were temporarily suppressed when the pair had a daughter. As one of 18 kids and raised in foster homes, family was a priority to Aubry. In fact he let Halle know that he wanted at least one more kid and a wedding ring on her finger. So Halle responded by with holding intimacy from him. "Try and get me knocked up now loser!"
The L Word
She also began nagging and berating him. For instance she called him a loser, repeatedly. As NYC's top male model Gabs make good coin. He's also come along way from the foster homes. Now that's success against the odds in most people's books. Halle would probably like you all to know 2 things about that: 1. when she called him a loser she meant compared to her, & 2 Halle Berry is not most people! She's something else!
Give & take: you'd better learn to take what I dish out!
With that kind of strain something had to give. Naturally it was Halle. Rumor has it that she kicked Aubry to the curb. Then she was stepped out and about with a mystery man. That was about 2 weeks ago. Recently Aubry has been stopped out and about in the Greater Toronto Area with a new girl. She's a 20 something model.
It's my world kid. I just let you live in it!
Now there hasn't been much more on who the mystery woman is because the mainstream entertainment media have been to busy trying to get Halle's reaction. According to the tabs every unnamed source in Follywood is swearing up and down on a current issue of the National Enquirer and a stack of canceled checks that Halle is devastated! Seems that she never thought Gabs would manage without her. She's particularly irked that he's dating someone 20 years younger than she is. That kind of shit don't happen in Halle Berry's World!
It's not like Halle was expecting him to jump off of a bridge after the bust up - though she'd certainly have been pleased if that had happened. A little consideration might have been nice. Some depression, pleading and begging, a stint in rehab after getting messed up on booze and drugs, and maybe eventually to get another chance after he'd come crawling back. She never dreamed that he'd go waltzing off without a second thought as if he'd been dumped by a mere Scarlett Johanson! She's Halle Fucking Berry for goodness sakes! Gabs can't expect to ever find anyone like her again, if he's lucky that is!
Hopefully these two have learned something from all this relationshit and childish jerking around: Halle Berry has learned that when you can get whatever you want then be careful what you ask for. Gabriel Aubry may have learned a more valuable lesson: if you love some one set them free, & if they come back to you then get a restraining order!
Hello you straight-laced lady,
dressed in white but your shoes aren't clean.
Painted them up with polish
in the hope we can't see where you've been.
The smiling face that you've worn
to greet me rising at morning --
sent me out to work for my score.
Please me and say what it's for.
Give me the straight-laced promise
and not the pathetic lie.
Tie me down with your ribbons
and sulk when I ask you why.
Your Sunday paper voice cries
demanding truths I deny.
The bitter-sweet kiss you pretended
is offered, our affair mended.
Sossity: You're a woman.
Society: You're a woman.
All of the tears you're wasting
are for yourself and not for me.
It's sad to know you're aging
Sadder still to admit I'm free.
Your immature physical toy has grown,
too young to enjoy at last your straight-laced agreement:
woman, you were too old for me.
Sossity: You're a woman.
Society: You're a woman.
