Ah, the poor CIA. If it’s not enjoying the dubious honor of being the world’s most inept band of assassins, how about that of being a major, MAJOR homewrecker?
“[He] used me and our daughter . . . to run cover for his undercover operations . . . I never felt safe, never knew who people were or why they were interested in us or why they were photographing us,” wrote the woman, who is in her 30s, in December. “As a result of [his] different assignments I never had a good support network of people I could trust or rely on to help out.” And, she claimed, her spy-husband had little interest in household chores. “[He] never so much as washed or folded a load of laundry, swept or mopped one floor, or changed one dirty diaper.”
If he were anyone else, he’d be deemed abusive and neglectful. He’d probably also get called up on the carpet for endangering his wife and kids. But since he’s CIA, he probably gets medals for being such a shit. Don’t they always?