Friday, May 11, 2007

Denise Richard's Talks To Glamour

Denise Richards talked to Glamour about her magazine’s headlines and truth behind them all…

Denise on the first bad press…
It wasn’t the first time I’d experienced that level of media scrutiny. In March 2005, when I was six months pregnant with my second daughter, Lola, I made the hardest decision I’ve ever had to make and broke up with my husband. I thought the story would run as a little blurb in the press. But my publicist called and said, “They’re putting you on the cover of Us Weekly.” When the story ran, the cover line was “Why She Left Charlie”. After that, there was a story in the tabloids every single week. I would go to the grocery store and see my face on every cover. I couldn’t believe how much publicity surrounded my divorce. Even though I was portrayed sympathetically, I was crushed. To deal with a breakup privately is hard enough, but to have it be so public was incredibly painful. Luckily, people were very nice. Women would come up to me on the street all the time and say, “I went through the same thing and I’m a mom of young kids too—I admire you for conducting yourself so graciously.”

Denise on when she started dating Richie…
A year later, when I started dating Richie [Sambora], I was on the cover of every tabloid again. But this time people weren’t so kind. Suddenly, the world hated me. I was called a husband stealer and a backstabber in the press—and I can’t even repeat most of what was said about me on the Internet. I was devastated. It felt absolutely horrible to hear those kinds of things said about me, and there were days when I just lost it and cried. When I ran into Richie in April 2006, I wasn’t looking for a relationship: I felt like I was starting over, as the single mother of two little girls. I just wanted to be by myself, spend time with my girls and focus on getting my life back together. But we started to talk and connected immediately, because we were going through very similar things.

Denise on the truth about Heather…
He and Heather had decided to split after nearly 12 years of marriage and I was going through a divorce. We began to spend time together as friends and it led to something romantic. Obviously, I knew Heather would be hurt by our relationship. And if I had felt there was any chance of those two putting their marriage back together, I never would have gotten involved with him. But at the same time, I knew Richie had come into my life for a reason. And at that point, my friendship with Heather had been over for a while. I don’t want to go into the details of what caused our rift—Heather and Richie have a nine-year-old daughter and I don’t want her to read these personal things in the press. I will say this: I did not have an affair with Richie during his marriage—even Charlie would vouch for that—and there are two sides to every story.

Denise on the paparazzi…
Paparazzi were climbing over the fence to try to get shots of me inside my house. I had to hire a security guard to live with me and I kept the shades down at all times. It was awful. In May, Richie went on tour in Europe and I decided to go with him. The paparazzi not only found out about it and followed me to the airport, they even got on the plane with me! When I got there, they were waiting at the hotel. They were everywhere. And the text that accompanied the photos was horrible too. If I was smiling and playing in the park with my kids, the caption would read, “She’s a press hound; she trots her kids around town for publicity.” If I looked serious, they would say, “She’s miserable; she’s depressed.” There were so many times I wanted to open my mouth and say, “That’s not true!” But I couldn’t, because I was trying to handle things privately. The worst part was hearing people say what an awful person I am. I don’t think I’ll really ever be able to completely describe what that period of my life was like—I’d never felt worse.

Denise on what happened in Canada…
Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I was in Vancouver shooting a movie when I was involved in a terrible incident with a paparazzo. From what I remember, he had already photographed me and asked for another photo. I said, “If I give you a couple of pictures, will you stop shooting and allow me to focus on my scene?” He made a nasty remark and launched into derogatory comments about my family. That was it for me: I just snapped. I grabbed his laptop and threw it over a balcony, where it landed on the ground. You can imagine what they said about me in the tabloids after that. [The photographers who are suing Richards contest her version of events.]

Denise on her mom’s illness and life now…
Three years earlier, my mom had been treated for renal cell cancer and had a kidney removed. He told me her cancer had spread to her other kidney, her pancreas and her lung. Two weeks later, Richie’s father was diagnosed with lung cancer. Thank God we had each other. I would have a bad day where I was crying, and Richie would help me and give me support. Then he would have bad day, crying about his dad, and I would be there for him. My mother’s illness put everything into perspective. She has always been my rock. She just kept saying, “This will pass. You’ll get through it.” I thought, you know what? I really don’t care what anyone says. My mother is in the other room, finishing her first round of oral chemo. I care about my mom, my kids, my relationship and my career. I decided not to be angry about the paparazzi and tabloid attention anymore. And the smiles on my girls’ faces made me forget about that stuff anyway. I reached out to friends who were going through the same thing. Richie and I have been together for more than a year now. Recently we went to Hawaii and people came up to us and said, “We’re so happy for the two of you.” So people are starting to accept the relationship, realizing it’s not just a fling. I would never want to relive the past two years of my life, but I learned a really important lesson from all this: I had no idea how strong I was. This experience has made me a better mom, person, actress, everything. I feel like if I can survive this, I can survive anything.

Source: www.glamour.com

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