Vincent D'Onofrio
Vincent D'Onofrio and I have managed to maintain a civil relationship after our quickie divorce, which is in itself surprising because he always thought he was better than me.
Last night we were drinking tea and putting the finishing touches on my Car Crash Mix CD when Vinnie, as I called him during our marriage, said out of nowhere, "Anger...is the only true...emotional response."
Vinnie always makes those damn dramatic pauses when he speaks. If I've told him once, I've told him one thousand times, "Vinnie, baby, you're off the clock, speak like a normal human being, not a detective."
It's as if he rehearses his so-called "brilliant" observations all day, affecting small changes to his tone for maximum effect. Mostly I think Vinnie's observations are bullshit, but whenever I've dared to call him out, he's turned it around to make me seem like the stupid one.
"The amygdala...it sends a--a message to the...to the hypothalamus which governs...the subconscious, and the...automatic," Vinnie says, making broad hand gestures which very loosely, if at all, correspond to his mini-monologue.
"Vinnie, I took The Human Brain with David Maxwell in college. I've heard of the hypothalamus," I say, putting my hands on my hips to emphasize my indignation.
"Rage!" Vinnie bangs his fist on my coffee table, "Rage... it's accompanied by... noticeable physiological reactions. An increased breathing rate... a--a flushed face... trembling."
And I don't know what it was (all that talk about rage I guess) but I sucker-punched Vincent D'Onofrio in the gut last night, shouting at him that it was my hypthalamus that made me do it. I shouted, "I can't be held responsible for my actions, detective!"
But as he crumpled into a well-dressed ball on my living room floor, I remembered why I'd loved him so much in those first weeks we were together. It was the sex, more specifically the way he'd always assume the fetal position and cry after we'd made love.
No, Vincent D'Onofrio never made me feel incompetent in the bedroom.
Last night we were drinking tea and putting the finishing touches on my Car Crash Mix CD when Vinnie, as I called him during our marriage, said out of nowhere, "Anger...is the only true...emotional response."
Vinnie always makes those damn dramatic pauses when he speaks. If I've told him once, I've told him one thousand times, "Vinnie, baby, you're off the clock, speak like a normal human being, not a detective."
It's as if he rehearses his so-called "brilliant" observations all day, affecting small changes to his tone for maximum effect. Mostly I think Vinnie's observations are bullshit, but whenever I've dared to call him out, he's turned it around to make me seem like the stupid one.
"The amygdala...it sends a--a message to the...to the hypothalamus which governs...the subconscious, and the...automatic," Vinnie says, making broad hand gestures which very loosely, if at all, correspond to his mini-monologue.
"Vinnie, I took The Human Brain with David Maxwell in college. I've heard of the hypothalamus," I say, putting my hands on my hips to emphasize my indignation.
"Rage!" Vinnie bangs his fist on my coffee table, "Rage... it's accompanied by... noticeable physiological reactions. An increased breathing rate... a--a flushed face... trembling."
And I don't know what it was (all that talk about rage I guess) but I sucker-punched Vincent D'Onofrio in the gut last night, shouting at him that it was my hypthalamus that made me do it. I shouted, "I can't be held responsible for my actions, detective!"
But as he crumpled into a well-dressed ball on my living room floor, I remembered why I'd loved him so much in those first weeks we were together. It was the sex, more specifically the way he'd always assume the fetal position and cry after we'd made love.
No, Vincent D'Onofrio never made me feel incompetent in the bedroom.
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on 25 January 2006 at 3:51 PM.
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4:28 AMNice! Bitchy and bitter. Wow, get over it love - get a life!... and perhaps some humanity.
3:39 AM
YOU KNOW, YOU WERE MARRIED TO HIM FOR A WHILE- JEESE, IF IT WAS THAT BAD WHY DID YOU STAY WITH HIM. YOU HAD A KID WITH HIM -DOES THAT MEAN SOMETHING TO YOU? AND THE WHOLE FETAL POSITION IS SUCH BUTTSHIT- I'VE HAD GUYS DO THAT, SO "DON'T THINK YOU ARE ALL THAT!" HE PROBABLY HAS HIS OWN INSECURITIES AND THAT IT WHY WE ARE WITH ANYONE WE CHOOSE! HE IS STILL JUST A MAN - AND NO ONE SHOULD QUESTION THAT!
3:44 PM
how sad, when the marriage is over, someone is left bitter enough to release intimate details out to the public. someone has to win i guess, someone has to lose. so sad.
3:40 AM
I think that it's sad, and really pathetic, what if in the future your child runs across this blog, don't you think it would hurt him or her? Talking badly about their dad? it just makes you look very bad. I feel very bad for you....and part of me probably would try the same thing but I hope I would be bigger than that if I were married and divorced not only for my children but for me as well
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