First, a great many actors and actresses suffer from personality-disorders. They're such natural chameleons that acting just comes naturally to them. Under the surface is a person with no real sense of who they are – so it's easy to become whoever they need to be at that moment.

For women, it's often "Borderline Personality Disorder." These women are absolute masters at making themselves the victim, and hiding their volatile nature from people outside the family. Intimacy triggers their issues, so it's the "spouse" who usually gets the brunt of the abuse. People who don't live in the home would never believe how utterly evil they can be.

Once can happen to anybody.
Twice is really crappy luck.
Three times?

Sorry, Lady — the common denominator here is YOU.

She was a beautiful woman, and a great actress. I'd bet my life savings she also was a "borderline."

How do I know all this? I've got the scars of 66 stitches from a woman you'd swear was Mary Poppins and Donna Reed all rolled into one. I fell for her "victim" routine, and bought her tales of abuse hook-line-and-sinker. It never really occurred to me that she was lying (or delusional) until I sat in a courtroom and watched her tell the same stories – verbatim – about me that she once told ME about HIM.

Thankfully, I was finally able to convince The Court to order a psych eval, and the good Doctor saw through her charades. Our Daughters have thrived in my care and become healthy, impressive, intelligent women. The sickness did not get passed to yet another generation.

Google "BPD Central" and read up a bit — odds are good that at least 10% of you reading this are married to one.

God bless you all…

Working together to build a life often means trading off domestic chores and child-care, working alternate shifts, enabling your partner to work late or take a job that requires travel and knowing that he, or she, will be there so that you can work late or odd hours or take a job that requires travel.

Lord knows I'd *prefer* my husband to be home but in our 22 years of marriage we have been separated by military duty for weeks or months at a time (not years, thank you!) and also by his civilian work, one week gone, one week home… for nearly two years. And yes, it's horrible. Sometimes work does that for you and when that happens having a *spouse* to hold down the home-front is the difference between hard and utterly impossible.

It's not the long hours that break up marriages. It's the idea that it's all about you… and that goes for men, too.

Perhaps Naan's husband should go talk to the studio president, say thank you for caring about the families of your employees, and then tell him what the deal is.

Write on with your script.

dcase says above: … It should be a personal decision as to pursue a career or not. Likewise, if one chooses to stay at home and devote their time to the family. What is incorrect behavior, however, is to inflict one's own wishes and dreams on another.

Yes, kudos to George for making his choices, but also to every couple in Hwood that have stood the test of years. And to every individual who aspires to something greater than where they are at the moment.

People have to realize; sometimes, the efforts one needs to achieve don't allow for what "normal" people think of as a balanced life. Just ask my family.

Esther Ralston's career did, indeed, span Hollywood's most interesting and important eras. She knew and worked with a who's who of Hollywood's best producers, writers, actors, and directors. She is emblematic of the hundreds of vaudevillians who found a home on motion pictures. She's also a classic example of the carefree early days in Hollywood when so many stars—innocent and unsophisticated—let careers and fortunes slip through their fingers. Esther never succumbed to drugs, booze or promiscuity. But bad choices in men was certainly her weakness. She deserves a full length biography.

Sorry it took so long to deliver Part III, but I'm on deadline with a script and there don't seem to be enough hours in the day to complete my various labors.