and maybe why her marriage fell apart...short version: she's terribly self-centered. Can't believe they went on for as long as they did. Compiled from Gossip Rocks:
The moment Maddona fell off that horse, her marriage was doomed
MADONNA’S marriage began sliding towards divorce after her hubby’s “unsympathetic” reaction when she tumbled from a horse, friends say.
The agonised Queen of Pop felt GUY RITCHIE showed a “complete lack of love and sympathy” after she snapped eight bones in the horror fall.
Sources say the aftershocks from the 2005 accident sparked the rows that ended their 7½year marriage and saw the pair confirm The Sun’s exclusive that they will divorce.
‘ This song is for the emotionally retarded. You might know a few people who fall into that category - God knows I do ’
Madonna, now 50, spent several days in hospital after crashing from the polo horse on her Wiltshire estate on her 47th birthday.
She broke four ribs, her collar bone, scapula and her left knuckle in the accident, which she later described as “the most painful experience of my life”.
In an interview with The Sun shortly after the fall, film director Guy said he remained calm following the incident because he knew his wife was “too tough” to die.
But we can reveal that the truth behind the episode was that Madonna felt 40-year-old Guy “abandoned her emotionally”.
*So basically, Madonna just wants a guy who kisses her ass 24/7. Can't believe I used to worship her.*
The family friend said: “Madonna was in a huge amount of pain and expected Guy to drop everything to be at her bedside.
“Instead of smothering her with sympathy he said, ‘Come on darling, you’re a tough bird. You’ll be back on the horse in no time’.
“Guy’s approach was that a few broken bones is no big deal – and that there was no point in making a drama out of a crisis.
*yes, she
could have died, but she didn't. She didn't snap her neck. Stop being a whiny baby.*
The gossips at Cannes were agog this spring at the news that Madonna had installed twin treadmills in her hotel suite, apparently so she and Guy Ritchie could work out side by side.
Things in the world's most talked-about marriage, it was reasoned, must not be so bad if they were at least continuing to share a passion for gym.
But that second treadmill was in fact for personal trainer Tracy Anderson who, for the past year, has been living in Madonna's London home and playing far more of a role in her life than her soon-to-be-ex-husband.
Steak-and-kidney pie made her leave the room in disgust: Madonna was a domestic tyrant
Guy and Madonna slept in separate rooms on that break, as had become usual, and were by then communicating only via their personal assistants. The treadmills are a neat metaphor for the way Ritchie has been excluded from Madonna's life.
Her irrational food fads and increasingly bizarre attempts to hold back time - via surgery, exercise and every therapy going - certainly helped to doom their marriage.
How could anyone expect Ritchie, a macho man who is fond of the pub and likes to shoot pheasant, to dine contentedly every night on quinoa grains and organic vegetable dumplings?
Guy apparently used to complain that she was giving her children an unhealthy
attitude towards food: she banned sugar entirely, which made biscuits, ice creams and cakes objects of almost otherworldly fascination for her daughter Lourdes and their son Rocco. She also banned cheese, cream, salt and preservatives.
One in Guy's camp suggested to me that Her Madgeness had to be talked into permitting Rocco to have a birthday cake last year.
Even when the pair went out for 'romantic' meals - and in the final two years of the relationship this was one of the few activities they shared - Madonna would generally refuse to eat anything.
One associate said she doesn't 'trust' the kitchens, even in Claridge's and Nobu, to prepare food to her exacting standards.
'If you were to use the word controlling, you would not even be coming close to describing the way she is about food.'
So she would sit with a glass of water as Guy wolfed down his meal. The topic of discussion, chosen by Madonna, was generally the kabbalah, or an earnest exposition about President Bush. It wasn't fun.
No wonder Guy bought himself a pub in February. And, sources insist, the food was not even the worst of Guy's daily miseries as Mr Madonna.
Her exercise routine, never less than two hours a day, six days a week, rules her life.
She went to the gym the day her adopted son David Banda arrived from Malawi, and spent nearly four hours honing her body. She worked out on her birthday this summer, and on Christmas Day and New Year's Day. Guy's entreaties to her to do less, and spend some time with him and the children, were ignored.
'I'm not going to slow down, get off this ride, stay home and get fat,' she told a magazine.
*and*
*sorry this is so long*
Madonna is building an extraordinary divorce case against Guy Ritchie, claiming he was a cruel and verbally-abusive husband who would belittle and ridicule her in front of others. *Liar, there's no way she'd put up with that shit*
Lawyers for the singer, who was widely believed to be the dominant partner in the marriage, are putting together a dossier of incidents.
They include allegations that he told her she 'looked like a granny' on stage compared with her younger backing dancers. He is also alleged to have declared that she could not act, and was 'past it' after she turned 50.
Her lawyers say that 40-year-old Ritchie's comments made Madonna feel worthless, unattractive, unfeminine, insecure and isolated during their eight-year marriage. *Sorry, she did it to herself with her obsessive workouts and crazy dieting*
'Outwardly she's the material girl and bursting with confidence, but turning 50 really hit her hard. Madonna says Guy never said the right things to get her over that hurdle. She says he basically let her know that he thought she was over the hill. She said he had a subtle indifference towards her. *bullshit*
Ritchie is currently fighting to get residence of their eight-year-old son Rocco with him in London.
*TEAM RITCHIE*
