Changing My Mind by Margaret Trudeau
I caught Canadian fever last summer and bought this book. I was seduced by the idea of learning about how Margaret lived with bipolar disorder while married to Canada's Prime Minster, Pierre Trudeau. She was in her early twenties and he was as old as her mother. Hand me the popcorn. This stuff is riveting.
But damnit. She didn't hold up her end of the bargain. She kept playing the victim and asking for sympathy when I was hoping to God she would knock it off and give me something I could work with. Of course it's sad that she suffered from bipolar disorder. And it is difficult to be the Prime Minster's wife, especially as a young adult when he can't relate to that at all. But lady, you made your bed. Having an affair with one of the Kennedy's isn't a solution (she knew that but whoa, that error did not help her case).
Margaret struggled to make sense. For example, numerous times she'd lament her fate as a lonely woman locked in the Prime Minister's house with no friends, and then she'd immediately tell a story about something that happened to a good friend of hers. I had whiplash. I also struggled as she said at least three times that Fidel Castro was a good friend of hers. NO. I have boundaries.
It's super sad that her son, Justin's brother, died in an avalanche. That heartache sticks with me. And I am glad she sorted out her mental disorder, gave up her addiction to marijuana, and did something positive with her life by being an advocate for mental health. At least there's that.
General consensus: WTF.
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