I tried to become a family man. I got married, but it didn't work out. After 22 months we got an annulment. Then I married an Italian girl, which resulted in an immediate annulment. I had two annulments by the time I was 23.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
When I was 21 I stopped and got married. I tried for a while to be the perfect wife, society this, society that but it wasn't working, so after about a year I went back to work.
My parents were married for sixty-five years, and I was married for about ten minutes, my first year at Yale Drama School. Something, somehow, didn't get passed on to my generation.
I got married at a very young age, and of course, for all the wrong reasons, and ended up divorced and lost everything. It was a very difficult time in my life.
I was married to someone who wanted me to change. Become more adult, more responsible. I began not to like myself, not like what I do. I lost my identity. Everything began collapsing around me.
I was married and divorced at 23.
At the age of 62, my father died of cancer - it was much too soon. My mother never remarried or got over it, never even thought of another man.
My first failure was to be born a child not wanted by his father or mother, as they parted shortly after I was born.
My mom and dad got divorced when I was very young, and growing up in a family where the head of the household wasn't a man made a big difference.
I got married quite early. And then I had a son. I had a family. And this may be hard to believe, but I am a complete family kinda girl.
I had a family, I had children, I got married. My ambition changed.