The way I see it, Lance Armstrong kicked cancer square in the balls; due in no small part to the vast physical, mental, and emotional support, and overall sacrifice, of his lovely wife.
He then decided to repay her for her undying love by filing for divorce within the week that she was diagnosed with cancer, herself. His reasoning? “Seeing her be sick reminded me of being sick.”
Bro, she ain’t playing a part in a recital- she would have done anything to have been healthy, unlike you, who fought to have her health insurance cancelled before she could have her double-mastectomy.
Oh, and he then did this to three other women, (I’m looking at you Sheryl Crow.)
We get it. You were LIVESTRONG, you couldn’t say that you were doping, (especially given the common-knowledge fact that steroids and the male reproductive synergism is not unlike having someone microwaving your little buddy for 48 consecutive hours.)
So, I’m sorry that I find it difficult to find sympathy for this man in my heart. I really am, but I looked really high and way low, and I just couldn’t find one measly piece of shit to give.
One truly is a special snowflake if they only consider the line ‘in his sickness, and her health,’ legally binding.