‘The love life of André and Monique is a soap, just like mine’ | Columns & Opinion

At least I know it’s mine. With a sloppy break up in the past three years, a rebound that I’ve ghosted, a few extremely awkward dates and an ex I secretly still feel a lot for, I’m sure that if I were known, the juice channels would be there. wouldn’t get enough of it. Thank god for the fact that I’m ‘just’ Mariëlle, because it seems awful to me. That huge magnifying glass on your porem and juicers and their spies panting down your neck hoping to catch you on something juicy… no thanks.

Anyway, André and Monique. The two have not made any official statements about it, but the photos Privé published leave little to the imagination. Cuddling in the pool with little Dré… I see two very happy people. Good for them! But the ever-present internet sourpuss see above all a reason to spew their bile. André is a dick and Monique has no backbone. Maybe it is, I don’t know them. But why are we so concerned with it?

It will be a nightmare to me what André has worked out and how often Monique has forgiven him. If they’re both happy, I see no reason to overdo it. And yes, it may also end in disappointment this time, but they will have to experience that for themselves. Just the two of you (or three, counting little Dré), that is, without the rest of the Netherlands watching.

Being known – in my view – does not mean that you lose all right to privacy. Someone who is guilty of doing me too much or has a criminal side business, can be pilloried as far as I’m concerned. If not, just leave those people alone. If Monique still doesn’t want to tell you that she has boarded the Hazes train again, then she probably has a good reason for that. And perhaps that reason is indeed a series of its own, as various sources report. But we’ll see that again.

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