Dear diary...

this is a role blog post. I am this writer, director and produced called Bradford Wainwright,  and I'm marrying an actress called Lisa Thomlinson. We had a press conference concerning our marriage.

Dear diary

The press conference went okay. Lisa and I did really well. The journalists were of course a pain in the.. and they were nasty-mean. They had all kinds of questions, and they tried hard to grill us. Luckily, we were both prepared for it.
"How does Lisa feel about you, doing...." must be the line of the day. All the reporters targeted the questions about me TO Lisa. She had to answer how she felt about me doing prostitutes, me having 14 cats (!) and so on. As I said to the reporters: in Hollywood, about 80 percent of everything you hear are just rumors. 

This keeps haunting me. The prostitutes. That was a long time ago, I was another person. It's not like me at all. I'm not that person. I'm not that person who does prostitutes.
I believe God put me on the right track again. I found my goal in life: being a good father and being Lisa's husband. There's nothing more in the world I want.

The press conference was like taking a bullet. But hey, I'm here. I endured it, and now all that's left is the good parts. 

Thank God for Lisa, thank God for my second chance.