love, betrayal and what lies in between

Last night my friend Mands & I went to see a “Girls Night Out” premier screening of Something Borrowed; the new rom-com starring Ginnifer Goodwin and Kate Hudson.

I just want to say that this isn’t a movie review, but my thoughts on the subject matter.

I love Kate Hudson playing a bitchy, self-obsessed character (think Bride Wars) and she’s pretty good in this movie, but the star is definitely Ginnifer Goodwin who plays the protagonist Rachel; a lawyer who always lets her best friend Darcy (Hudson) win in every aspect of their friendship. Darcy is engaged to Dex (played by Colin Egglesfield) who is (reluctantly) a fellow lawyer, Rachel’s college friend and almost-boyfriend. John Krasinski plays her good mate Ethan the budding writer and her voice of reason when she sleeps with Dex.

From a glance the movie is superficially a romantic-comedy, but it’s not your average take on the genre. People who have read the book by Emily Griffin will know it’s not your usual recipe for chick-lit.

We’re always programmed to hate the cheater but because the story is told from her point of view you sympathize with Rachel’s moralistic stray, betrayal and subsequent ethical dilemma between her feelings and what is perceived as right and wrong.

The message of infidelity hit home to me; considering both the short and long term consequences. As an adult, I experienced the breakdown of my parents marriage due to my Dad’s infidelity. It’s hard not to take sides when you’re a spectator and even harder when you’re baked right into the center of the drama. It took a really long time for my Mum to get over his betrayal, but now she’s remarried and happier than she’s ever been in her life. She married the most wonderful man who treats her both like a partner and a princess. On the other side of the fence, 9 years on and my father is still with the woman he left my Mum for. While I won’t ever condone what he did and the way in which he went about it, maybe this woman was the right person for him and it was unfortunate that he’d been married for 25 years at the time he met her.

After all the pain, it’s apparent that the path their life was on wasn’t the correct one for either my Mum or Dad. They were each other’s collateral.

They are now happy.

They are living their true life.

I guess it goes to show that no matter what our best intentions are, who we try to protect (whether its ourselves, friends, partner or family) and what ethics we choose to follow or ignore, we can never truly know the real story. It’s not our business to judge.

People in glass houses shouldn’t drop boulders.

Published by thisismelly

Mel @thisismelly lives a life of adventure, gets lost in farmer’s markets, regularly indulges in movies, loves to whip up gourmet meals in the kitchen, swears that one day she will learn to speak French properly, adores candles and fresh flowers, married her high school sweetheart, visited 19 countries and counting, fears an apocalyptic rage-virus, regularly spoils her cavoodle Harley, loves walking along the harbour, is decorated with ink, muddles her right & left, seasonally switches between blonde and brunette, has soul-mates, favours painted nails & dangly earrings, always orders the 'plateau de fromages', is obsessed with British or Scandinavian crime fiction, detests creepy-crawlies & people who take too long to order coffee, gives terrible directions, makes up crazy dances for her devilishly handsome husband, believes in good, would always be dressed in Saint Laurent, Gucci & Chloe if she could, adores Tex-Mex & Japanese, loves the smell of rain & evening jasmine, may be addicted to Instagram&Pinterest, is always on the hunt for a really good macchiato, is James Taylor’s biggest fan, gets rowdy with tequila, dreams every night, takes pickles, jalapeños & dried fruit for movie snacks, would hate a world without French champagne, adores Pantone 1765, almost always wishes she was lying on the sand in the sun, is an inconsistent Paleo convert and although she is a hopeless Francophile she will forever be smitten with Sydney.

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