Nicole Kidman Gets All Chatty About Tom Cruise Just In Time For The Holidays

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nicole kidmanWhile the conclusion of some marriages are surely awkward for some families during the holidays, celebrity divorces also have the capacity to make every salacious interview and cover story a bit irksome. Suddenly, we’re all cast as the relatives in that metaphoric living room who are making signs under the coffee table about Heidi Klum and Seal— only, you know, we can do it in line at the grocery store as we glide pass the tabloids. The same analogy can be used to describe Nicole Kidman‘s (or rather her PR team’s) decision to get all chatty about her ex-husband Tom Cruise. As suddenly, we’re rehashing a divorce that happened over a decade ago.

It really must be that time of year.

DuJour magazine has a big retrospective profile on Kidman, from her early Hawaiian roots to her ectopic pregnancy with Cruise to her family with husband Keith Urban. But somewhere in between, we’re in throes of that 2000 divorce all over again. Spare us no details:

In December 2000 Kidman and Cruise celebrated their 10th wedding anniversary with friends. “I thought our life together was perfect,” she says. But just two months later, Cruise abruptly announced he was leaving her. The marriage was over. No explanation except an enigmatic “Nic knows why.” She pleaded with him to stay, to no avail.

But that’s only a fraction of the memory lane walking we’re doing. Try not to tear up into your cocktail napkin:

They were married in 1990. She was 23. “I was reeling with Tom. I would have gone to the ends of the earth for him.” But looking back on it now, she adds, “I was so impulsive and naïve.”…“We were in a bubble,” she tells me, “just the two of us. We became very dependent on one another.”…Now she admits, “It took me a very long time to heal. It was a shock to my system.”

Kidman’s comments remind me of that stereotypical weepy aunt ensnaring you into the saga of her first two marriages while you’re just trying to grab a sugar cookie. Think closely now. Is your grandmother’s signature frosting really worth it? Now hand signaling to my hypothetical cousin to avoid the cookies trey and save himself.

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