"What is it? Just tell me quick,: I almost screamed.
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These passages from ages 170-171
"What are we gonna do? I asked, gently approaching the subject we'd been postponing.
"Well, baby, you know how I feel," Clint said.
I had learned that I was pregnant.
It was not my first pregnancy. The previous year in the summer of 1978, we had to face the same dilemma, and I had reluctantly agreed to an abortion. IT was a hard and painful decision, but Clint had convinced me that it was the only reasonable answer. It was difficult for me to argue the point, because Maggie had only just learned about us then, and Kyle and Alison (Clint Eastwood's children with his wife Maggie) had had no time adjust. However, the concept of abortion was not something I had ever even turned over in my mid: I had never been pregnant, no close friend of mine had been pregnant, Even Gordon, with whom I naturally talked about everything, only said, "It's something only you and Clint should decide."
"In truth, I had never contemplated having a family or not. But "abortion," despite my pro-choice" politics, was a horrible word and, if I had allowed myself to think about it, a horrible deed. But denial can be a short term savior, so I flipped a switch somewhere in my head and heart and had taken denial's hand. After all, Clint had been a clear and unmovable on what he wanted me to do. I abstracted it all. Through a reliable reference, Clint had arranged for a doctor at UCLA to perform the abortion for me. A woman. I liked her immediately; she was sensitive and thoughtful and before I knew it, it was all over. And I tried to forget.
But now in 1979, we had to face the same decision again.... Before I had met Clint my gynecologist had suggested and fitted for me an IUD. Because my sex life was not very active, he did not think I should be constantly taking birth control polls. Clint complained of the IUD - it was uncomfortable for him, he said. And he too was not in favor of birth control pills, so he suggested a special clinic at Cedars Hospital where they taught a 'natural' method of birth control. It was the same rhythm' system that historically has been used to determine the fertile days for those who are attempting to achieve pregnancy......
"Well, you know I feel the same way I did before, sweetie. I don't really want more children." Clint told me softly. I'm concerned about you're having another abortion, though."
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Clint convinced Sondra that it would be best to avoid the pill and prevent any further abortions through sterilization on the basis that this was the healthiest option.
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I could feel my heart in my throat. It was not that Clint was taking something away from me that I had absolutely counted on or had consciously planned on... it was just that any decision from which there is no going back is a scary one. (page 171-172)
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Clint asked Sondra if she wanted to spend her life with him or not. He reasoned that he was a lot older than she and that the sterilization would be the best thing for their life together. Her husband Gordon and another friend took her to the hospital; Clint was not going to make an appearance and have the press figure things out. Then he made a show of giving Sondra the Sherman Oaks house, which she did not want. so he told her to go find herself that she could love and decorate and he would buy it for her. In 1980 she found her house In Los Angeles - Bel Air. It cost $1.1 million - a deal at the time. Gordon, her husband, helped her design it and renovate it. The Warners Brothers studio also helped.
DO YOU THINK SONDRA SHOULD HAVE LEFT CLIFF A THIS POINT?
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It seems that Clint Eastwood was also happy that Sondra stayed married to Gordon. Two, that Sondra was into the relationship for the long haul, even though Clint remained married and she had two abortions and a tubal ligation, giving up any future children with him or another man, at his insistence. In the mid 1970's Gordon was having a romance with another man.
1975 : "Although Clint was clearly Daddy in the dynamics of our relationship, I seemed to bring out the little boy in him. And although he loved me for my childlike nature, he brought out the woman in me. Clint seemed astonished at his need for me, even admitting that he'd never been faithful to one woman - because he'd never been in love before," he confided. He even made up a song about it: " She made me monogamous." That flattered and delighted me. I would never doubt his faithfulness and his love for me. (page 145)
In the beginning when we were in Los Angeles, Clint and I stayed in his private apartment adjacent to his office on the Warners lot. Soon we moved into his small house in Sherman Oaks, which he and Maggie's (Clint's wife) had acquired during his Rawhide success...... (Sondra hated the architecture and interiors but it was a respite from hotel rooms.)
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1978 : Almost as if it were a nonevent, he answered, "Maggie wants to go to Hawaii." I stood there dumbstruck.
"What do you mean a vacation? You didn't mention anything to me." With Clint everything usually came out in little tiny snippets, but this one really threw me.
"Maggie asked about you and I told her," said Clint.
"What do you mean? What did she say?"......
"She wants us to go there with the kids to see if we can 'work things out,' save our marriage, I guess," he replied. (page 151)
(Clint said that he told his wife it was not just an affair and that he loved Sondra. This wife filed for a legal separation but not a divorce and did not actually divorce him till 1984.)
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... In retrospect it's interesting how the whole 'marriage or not" issue evolved for me with Clint. In the beginning, I guess I wanted Clint to be divorced and marry me. ... Then, as the years went by somehow it did not seem to matter. I truly believed that Clint and I did not need papers to validate the commitments we had made to each other.... And Clint knew the nature of Gordon's and my relationship, and was unconcerned that legally we were still married. In my conscious mind then, my marriage with Gordon was financial protection for him. If something happened to me, he would be saved from unnecessary taxes on any assets I would leave behind. ...
DO YOU THINK SONDRA's MARRIAGE TO A GAY MAN THAT SHE WOULD NOT GIVE UP MADE HER MORE VULNERABLE TO CLINT?
Excerpt pages 138 - 139: The next night Clint sat across from me at a table for two in a cozy restaurant only a shot drive from the Wahweap Lodge. We both ordered steak and baked potatoes. It was that kind of place.
His gray-green eyes studied me again. "I find it hard to think of what to say when I'm with someone I really like," he confided.
My pulse quickened. "Me too." Then my eyes returned to my plate for another long silence. I wanted to fill the empty space with words. But what words? I told him how happy I was that Kaufman wanted me to be in this film, ad how much I was looking forward to the experience, ad how much I loved the location and how - and how -
"I was the one who wanted you in the film" he interrupted....
"Really?"
"I'll never forgot meeting you for Breezy, Sondra."
"But you didn't hire me for that film, did you," I teased.
"No, I didn't. Big Mistake." He smiled. I hadn't noticed how long his eyelashes were, how aquiline his nose. "But I've hired you ow."
"I'm glad," I genuinely blushed.
Even though our instant rapport was completely different from out office meetings, it was still just as real, just as natural. I could almost forget that he was Clint Eastwood, could almost believe he was some handsome stranger that I had happened to meet while on vacation in Arizona. But after dinner as we walked to the car, I was quickly reminded of exactly who he was when I glanced back toward the restaurant. There, with their noses glued to the window was every waitress and customer, straining to get a last glimpse.
We were both completely silent as we began that twenty minute drive back to the hotel, where this dram of an evening would end. Then suddenly, but easily, I felt his large hand touch mine. My fingers involuntarily responded, instantly wrapping themselves around his - a perfect fit. He turned and looked at me, and squeezing my hand a little tighter, pressed down on the accelerator, making our car surge forward, faster and faster, back toward the Wahweap Lodge.
Once at my door all that was necessary was another look at each other. There was no conservation, no maneuvering, it was all as natural as if it were happening for the thousandth time, but as exciting as any first time could be. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me gently, delicately. Then lifting me up, like some knight bearing his maiden, he carried me across the room to the bed. Physically I thought he was the most gorgeous man I had ever seen - his heroic face, his tall, tithe, muscular body. And in spite of his size and power, he was a gentle, affectionate, thoughtful, and yet intensely ardent lover. I thought of nothing except the moment. There was nothing in his past I wanted to know about, and nothing I wanted to tell, and certainly nothing I wanted to address about my future reality. We made love that night, not once, but several times. It was truly magic. Together, it seemed that, through we were two bodies, two hearts... in perfect accord we were one.
The next morning I awoke and found myself alone. Perhaps it had been a dram. But there on my pillow was a little scrawled reminder; "Miss you, duck." And I smiled.
From that moment on, Clint and I were inseparable. Even on the set, working together, we couldn't take our eyes off each together. He wanted me constantly with him, to go every place with him, even just to watch him play tennis with a friend. "I've never known anyone that I wanted to be around me all the time,' he said seriously. "I guess I'm usually trying to get away."
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