According to News of the World Amy Winehouse’s husband Blake Fielder-Civil confesses that he turned the freakishly talented singer onto crack, heroin, and being a cutter. He tearfully recounts that, “I dragged Amy into it and without me there is no doubt that she would never have gone down that road. I ruined something beautiful. Now I have to let her go to save her life. I am not abandoning her. I am doing this out of love.” 

Don’t get me wrong. I love Amy Winehouse. Her voice is colossal and watching her perform albeit in a sort of twitchy, Midori sour quaffing way is absolutely mesmerizing. It makes your cheeks tingle it’s so moving and palpably effortless.

In an absolute dearth of talented singers of our generation, it’s been gut wrenchingly sad to watch Amy deteriorate and frankly I call BULLSHIT that this man who claims to be singularly responsible for her downward spiral is therefore the only one who can rescue her BY LEAVING HER.

Crack makes you paranoid but I guess it also makes you feel immensely self-important and want to grant exclusive interviews to the press to absolve your reprehensible actions. 

“I’m distraught and can’t stop crying. I can’t believe that because of drugs I’m going to lose my soulmate.” Well, cry me a river Enabler McEnablypants, you are still a goddamn navel-gazing cretin with too much blood on your hands to attempt to elicit sympathy. Believe it, dirtbag.