When I read in US Weekly that Jillian and Ed were leaving Chicago (and me) for the West Coast, I felt betrayed. And hurt. And abandoned.
For days, I stayed in bed. Alternating between chocolate and salt-laden potato products and crying whilst watching Beaches. (I was the Bette Midler character, natch.)
But then I took my meds and after an emergency session with my therapist, I came to understand that Jillian’s decision was not personal. And, that, in fact I don’t even know Jillian.
And then I did what every good Jillian-atic does.
I hauled ass over for Forever 21 and recreated her outfit.
Take that, personality disorder!