Q Why didn't it feel good? What was wrong?
A I don't know. I, I guess I had fallen into what was considered at the time the, uh, yuppie life. I'm, I'm a free spirit, and I really liked the whole art scene, which I wasn't really doing much of anymore, and all of a sudden, it was like waking up one day, and Feeling like I was at the wrong party. Like I didn't really know or really relate to the people who were there, and I had this, like, a doorman, a kid, a French nanny, and it all looked good, and it just started to feel fragmented. My conversations, our conversations were Pretty stilted, and got very tense, because I really felt like Bill had sold out, and he was sort of on the wrong side of things, and I just felt like it just wasn't my life, and I couldn't make it my life. So when Mark was two and a half, we split.
AI assessment note: “Feeling like I was at the wrong party. Like I didn't really know or really relate”