Keith Urban Reportedly ‘Regrets’ Divorce
In sad sausage news, Keith Urban reportedly regrets his divorce from Nicole Kidman. But apparently not cheating on her?
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It’s always sad when cake dies.
Schmoopie(s) on the side, spousal appliance and front of normalcy at home — a cheater’s dream. Then someone has to get uppity and file for divorce.
If you missed the scandal from a few months ago, Urban was reportedly stepping out on Kidman with a member of his band. She filed for divorce and was awarded custody.
Yahoo reports:
Earlier this month, the former couple reached a divorce settlement, with the 58-year-old Babygirl actress being granted primary custody of daughters Sunday Rose, 17, and Faith Margaret, 15. Urban, also 58, was granted 59 days out of the year, with the girls allowed to spend every other weekend with him.
As per People, the settlement requires the former couple to “behave with each other and each child so as to provide a loving, stable, consistent and nurturing relationship with the child even though they are divorced.”
“He’s hurting and there are some serious regrets starting to kick in,” an insider reportedly told Star magazine. “He misses the kids terribly and he’s finding it tough to deal with the harsh reality that his family is blown up,” they went on.
I’m sure Nicole Kidman found it tough to deal with the harsh reality that her husband had a double life. I’m sorry consequences are unpleasant, Keith.
Also, weird passive sentence structure “his family is blown up.” Randomly? By whom?
I wonder about the misogyny of a person who would rather be a married man with a sidepiece than a single middle-aged man with a girlfriend. What’s sad is that you didn’t appreciate what you had.
Nicole moves on without him
According to the gossip rags, Nicole has had a hard sculpted shoulder to cry with friend Russell Crowe. Who looks like he could sprinkle flakes of Keith Urban on his breakfast protein smoothie.
According to OK magazine:
The separation came as she juggled a resurgent career, with last year’s erotic thriller Babygirl winning acclaim and her legal drama Discretion setting off a streaming bidding war. The estranged couple’s daughters – Sunday Rose, 17, and Faith Margaret, 14 – have remained largely out of public view as the family adjusts to the split.
Urban, meanwhile, has acknowledged feeling “lonely” and “miserable” while on tour.
Against this backdrop, Crowe, 61, a fellow Australian and long-time friend, appears to have stepped into a quiet support role at a moment Kidman is said to be reeling.
That must be a refreshing change. I don’t think you could support anything on Keith Urban. He could collapse under the weight of a wet towel.
One industry figure familiar with both stars said: “He understands exactly how devastating it is when a long marriage ends. He’s lived through that heartbreak himself, so when Nicole leaned on him, he didn’t hesitate. People think he’s all hard edges, but with her he’s showing a much softer side.”
A second source, who has worked with Crowe, said: “He’s been touching base with Nicole nearly every day, making sure she isn’t retreating into herself. They caught up over coffee not long ago, and you could see he was trying to lift her spirits. He’s hardly the warm and fuzzy type, but he’s fiercely loyal to the people he considers his own.”
Fiercely loyal. What a trade up.
Too bad, so sad, Keith.
Ahhhh the consequences train is just pulling into the station.
So apparently Mr Urban misses his kids and is finding dealing with the fact that his family is “blown up” rather difficult. If only he could work out who was responsible for all of that …. perhaps just looking in a mirror might remind him who he should blame?
Next instalment is likely to be him ranting about how quickly Nicole moved on as and when she decides to move on.
LFTT
They can be a bit slow on the uptake, that’s for sure. Being a self-centered arsehole isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, eh? How tragic. I really do hope he gets to the bottom of who could have possibly blown up his family. *eyeroll*
That passive language of “the family has been blown up” is right up there with the FW’s citing that they made “A mistake”- singular. It will never not get an eye roll from me, I can live 20 years of meh and still will roll my eyes at that.
It’s been over eight years since DDay for me.
I do not regret having my daughter. If I had not married Traitor Ex, she would not be here and I would never ever wish that she had not been born.
I do regret ever dating him, marrying him, spending so much time with him. I regret what he did to us.
If a genie could grant me wishes, I would wish that I had my daughter, that Traitor Ex was alien-mind-wiped as if he never existed, and that I could have the time I spent with him refunded.
That’s how I feel.
And I could not care less how he feels. whether he regrets it or not, which is a great place to be.
I was SO INVESTED in his remorse and regret and now I could not give a rat’s *** how he feels.
I could not be more grateful we are divorced. I have no desire to.associate with a liar, cheater, thief, criminal traitor who has proven with his behavior that has no clue what love is. Affairs are not love, as defined by Corinthians.
I am very happy to have left those lowlife losers free to associate with each other, and to have gotten on the boat to the island where people who actually love me were waiting for me.
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re Regret. In the early days post D-Day and well beyond, he amped up the emotional abuse. He truly tortured me. I know that sounds so dramatic, but he really just sunk to the cruelest levels possible.
I am divorced now, and no longer live with him. He occasionally pops into my life because we have kids, but I am extremely low contact and have a lot of boundaries in place, so while he can maybe ruin an afternoon of mine with his baloney, it’s so much less than it once was. And I am in therapy to make it less and less possible for him to affect me at all. Time and space help immensely with that.
All this to say, he was monstrous to me. So far beyond “just” the cheating, which would have been enough.
I don’t know much about his current life, that is by design, I don’t want to know. But some information occasionally makes it to me. It’s not going great. I think most chumps have wished for their moments of schadenfreude. But I don’t enjoy it. To say I have sympathy is not exactly on point. He has a terrible relationship with one of his kids, he has no friends, a lot of his family has turned their backs on him. He has a trophy gf, who is half his age. And a good paying job that he hates. That’s pretty much it. He traded in the very real life he had for a fantasy AP that dumped him the second he became officially available. He absolutely ended up where he is all on his own. All due to the choices he made. So I don’t exactly feel bad because he MADE this bed. But I do find it sad and pathetic. It was all for what? An AP that left? That’s his mess to sit in, not mine. But I find it all so very pathetic that I can’t even enjoy it. I know at times he has expressed remorse. I don’t think it is really “oh I am so sorry for what I did to you”, more so “I am so sorry that I am now left here in this terrible place”. But I don’t really care if he is sorry or not. What could it possibly matter now? What I do know is that D-Day to Divorce stretched over 5 years for a variety of reasons, that was a long time and a lot happened. He frequently bounced between kind/sorry and blaming me/cruelty. So I got to experience both. And the times he was sorry didn’t make any of it any easier for me.
I understand the reaction, or lack thereof. I had something that felt like an I-knew-this-was-going-to-happen and shit-what-about-my-daughter reaction that completely numbed me to any other feelings regarding his second divorce. And then maybe at most a snicker or eye roll at the idea that he was engaged (now married?) a third time, but the overwhelming bleakness of the whole thing just sort of extinguishes any schadenfreude. Maybe because of the glaring possibility that nothing was ever worth anything to them, to include ourselves.
Yes, it’s almost a numbness. And for me it sometimes feels like “this is so pathetic that my laughing even quietly to myself would be a jerk move” I actually worry about MY karma being harmfully affected because his situation is just that pathetic.
At the same time, his life can’t be THAT bad. Hot young gf, luxury car, all the free time in the world because I am doing the lion’s share of raising our kids, frequent fancy vacays and nights out. It’s not entirely bad. But he is so miserable that none of that makes him happy as he is still HIM.
I will say, when he was rubbing it in to me about how the gf before this one loved him so much and it got so serious so fast? In a weak moment I took the bait and lashed out with “She loves you because it hasn’t been long enough to see what an asshole you are”. And it took almost a year, but she did figure out he was an asshole, she dumped him and for whatever reason she got a protection order. In the moment that I heard about it, I felt bad for her. She wasn’t an AP. And I just hoped she saw enough to not second guess herself and that she hopefully recognized the bullet she dodged vs being despondent that it ended. (they were heading towards marriage, not engaged yet but planning it) But later? I remembered my predictions, and yeah, I did kind of chuckle to myself in a “told you she loved your mask not your reality” way.
You summed up having kids with them so well. It’s this weird limbo of wishing you hadn’t spent all that time with them, but also being beyond grateful for your kids. I like your idea, wipe their brain, and refund me the time, but leave me my kids.
Roger that. The obvious contradiction is a bit of a mindf*ck, but it would be awesome if I got to have my daughter but also my time with a man who lied to me from the jump refunded. These fools who stumble around “blowing up” the lives that they touch – their remorse is nothing but the crocodile tears of their consequences coming home to roost. It’s a bunch of boohoo me with zero self-reflection or accountability.
Great point. Newbie chumps would kill for this kind of “remorse.” But you realize with distance it doesn’t matter. The regret is about as deep as the investment. And regret over consequences isn’t the same as regret over the choices that lead to the consequences.