Martha’s Vineyard Staff: Obamas Fought and Slept in Different Rooms
We’ve been force-fed this image of the Obamas as the perfect family: Barack is sexy, Michelle is a gorgeous fashion icon, and they have a loving marriage. But from what staffers at Martha’s Vineyard are saying, those things aren’t exactly true.
President Obama and wife Michelle slept in separate bedrooms due to a marital fight during a first-term Martha’s Vineyard vacation, according to an excerpt from Ed Klein’s newly released book “Blood Feud.”
“They slept in their own bedrooms,” a Blue Heron Farm staffer told Klein for his expose on the Obamas’ relationship with Bill and Hillary Clinton, released Monday. “They both had stacks of books by their beds. The president was reading The Bayou Trilogy by Daniel Woodrell and Rodin’s Debutante by Ward Just. I don’t know if they visited each other’s bedroom at night, but I didn’t see any signs of that.”
“The president ate in bed,” the staffer added. “You had to change the sheets every day. He smoked cigarettes and didn’t try to hide it at all. And he snores. I heard him. He ate a lot of junk food, chips and stuff. He loved fudge and bought it from Murdick’s Fudge. It was a wonder that he stayed so thin.” […]
“The Obamas seemed like they were bickering a lot, but they whispered so you couldn’t exactly hear what it was about,” the staffer said. “But I can tell when people are pissed off at each other, and they seemed to be pissed a lot.”
Is there anyone really surprised that they sleep in separate bedrooms? Their marriage seems like a sham marriage of convenience and always has. What should really raise some eyebrows is how much of a slob Barack Obama apparently is — leaving his bed disgusting and filled with food and cigarette butts? Gross!
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