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Kourtney Kardashian may be on social media gushing about how happy she is but sources say that behind the facade her life with Scott Disick is a real mess. He never made it a secret that he wasn’t exactly on board with having a third child, especially while he was knee deep in grief over losing both of his parents in a short period of time. Now that little Reign Aston Disick has arrived, Disick is simply unable to handle the mountain of pressure on him.
According to a report by Radar Online, the reality star attempted to clean up his act only to fall off of the wagon again. In fact, just four days after the birth of new son, Disick was spotted smashed at a Hollywood lingerie party. Sources say that his patience is shot and Disick is fighting with everyone, especially Kardashian, who may have gotten the children that she has wanted, but can’t seem to reel her man in.
Then there’s the fact that he just purchased a nearly $4 million house in Beverly Hills that has been dubbed a bachelor pad. While the official statement is that Disick intends to start “flipping” properties, the reality is that he is often put out of the home that he shares with Kardashian. Rather than running to hotels this now gives him a regular crash pad.
The reality star is clearly unable to deal with his grief and resorts to his addictive behavior to deal or maybe to help him ignore the realities of his life. A lot of people do the same, but what is wrong with Kardashian for choosing to stay on this merry-go-round with him? Her life with Disick is never stable, yet she not only stays with him, but has built a family with this guy that will likely never giver her what she needs.
Do you think that she well ever really kick him to the curb? Or will Disick simply choose to come home less often, especially now that he has another option? Tell us your thoughts in the comments below!
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We ask a celebrity a set of devilishly probing questions – and only accept THE definitive answer. This week it’s novelist Fay Weldon’s turn
Fay Weldon is in this week’s hot seat for the definite article
The prized possession you value above all others… A book called The Story Of Ferdinand by Munro Leaf, about a gentle bull who’d rather smell flowers than fight. My father Frank gave it to me for my fifth birthday and it’s the only possession I have from my childhood. He died from a stroke when I was 16.
The temptation you wish you could resist… Canapés at parties. They spoil your dinner and it’s easy to eat too many.
The book that holds an everlasting resonance… Brave New World by Aldous Huxley. I read it aged 19 and it showed a world dependent on drugs, which is what we’ve become, not least with statins.
Fay’s pert hate is magpies who are frequent visitors to her garden in Dorset
The priority activity if you were the Invisible Woman for a day… I’d love to walk alongside a hurricane without getting hurt. Extreme weather fascinates me.
The biggest regret you wish you could amend… Choosing to play hockey at school instead of netball when I was 11. Hockey was full of brutish, angry girls; netball was for smart, skinny ones.
The film you can watch time and time again… Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. It’s magical and brings back such happy memories of watching it with my boys [now aged 30-55] when they were growing up.
The piece of wisdom you would pass on to a child… Think for yourself, and never believe what you’re told.
The unlikely interest that engages your curiosity… Because they’re utterly uncontrollable, volcanoes intrigue me, to the extent that every morning I check online to see the progress of Iceland’s Bardarbunga volcano.
The event that altered the course of your life and character… Meeting my second husband, Ron Weldon, in 1961. Suddenly I was the wife of an artist, mixing with creative types. It was the beginning of a new life.
The poem that touches your soul… London by William Blake. It’s about the tragedy of city life, and it makes me cry.
The misapprehension about yourself you wish you could erase… Serious people think I’m frivolous, frivolous people think I’m a serious, man-hating feminist. I’m neither.
The pet hate that makes your hackles rise… The magpies in our garden in Dorset. They’re thugs that scare off all the sweet songbirds I love.
The treasured item you lost and wish you could have again… A blonde-haired doll called Panama Polly, which my mother Margaret gave me when I was four. It went missing during a house move about five years go.
The person who has influenced you most… My mother. She was an intelligent, brave feminist whose strength of character rubbed off on me. She died ten years ago aged 94. I still miss her.
The figure from history for whom you’d most like to buy a pie and a pint… William Blake. I’d want to talk about the inspiration for his greatest poem.
Fay follows the progress of Iceland’s Bardarbunga volcano online
The unending quest that drives you on… To write a sentence that says exactly what I intended it to say. I’m 83 now but I write every day and it’s a constant challenge to think of the right words.
The crime you would commit knowing you could get away with it… I’d make all the cash machines dish out as much money as possible.
The song that means most to you… Little Wheel Spin And Spin from the 1960s, by Native American singer Buffy Sainte-Marie. It’s simple yet profound.
The way you would spend your fantasy 24 hours, with no travel restrictions… My [third] husband Nick and I would have breakfast at the Hotel Continental in Oslo. I’d have figs, mango juice, scrambled eggs, bread and croissants, with lots of strong coffee.
After that I’d buy the finest bed linen at Liberty in London, then spend a fortune on the most delicate lingerie at Saks Fifth Avenue in New York. Lunch would be at The Ivy in London, where I’d have a vodka martini then fish and chips.
Afterwards we’d tour Rome’s ruins with my four sons and six grandchildren, aged from 6-22, then eat ice cream in St Mark’s Square, Venice. At dusk I’d walk by the sea at Renvyle on the west coast of Ireland, where the singing of the seals sounds like mermaids.
Dinner would be moussaka and chips in a taverna on Crete, where we’d all drink the local rosé and do some Greek dancing. My day would end back at home, reading a book in a deep hot bath. Bliss!
The happiest moment you will cherish forever… Getting my CBE from the Queen in 2001. She said, ‘You’re the one who writes television plays’ and I replied, ‘I write anything they pay me to, Ma’am!’ It made her smile.
The saddest time that shook your world… My elder sister Jane’s death in 1969 from cancer when she was 39. It felt as though half of me died with her.
The unfulfilled ambition that continues to haunt you… I’d love to be a ruthless businessman like Alan Sugar.
The philosophy that underpins your life… What goes around, comes around.
The order of service at your funeral… I’d be taken out in a cardboard coffin to the Radio 4 theme tune Sailing By [played before the Shipping Forecast], and buried in the graveyard of a church I go to.
The way you want to be remembered… Oh, didn’t she die?!
The Plug… Fay’s new book Mischief, an anthology of her short stories with a new sci-fi novella The Ted Dreams, is published by Head Of Zeus in February.
