Category: Mary McCormack

Mary McCormack Boots Her Husband After He’s Caught Kissing Katharine McPhee

October 24, 2013 / Posted by:

Shit is going down with the Katharine McPhee/married former “Smash” director Michael Morris hook up. They were caught exchanging spit in a parking lot, which raised some serious eyebrows since they are both married to other people. Kat MAY get a bit of a pass because she and her husband, producer Nick Cokas (it took me six tries to not type Cockass) have been separated for the better part of this year. I say “may” because there are plenty of people sitting in the court of public opinion who feel that moving on before a divorce is finalized still makes someone a big, fat cheater. Then there’s Mary McCormack, Michael’s wife of ten years, who was apparently not on the list of “who to tell we fuckin’“. A source close to the couple told People:

“Mary adores her husband. If this is true, she would have been blindsided. She is the most devoted mother and wife.”

The Daily Mail said this morning that Mary WAS blindsided but isn’t taking any of this fuckery sitting down and that she threw Michael out of the house Sunday night after he told her the pictures existed and were going public. As if that wasn’t bad enough, that motherfucker also tried to buy the pictures himself to keep them from getting out. If that doesn’t scream “I wasn’t going to be honest unless I had to be“, I don’t know what does. Shady, shady, shady.

Mary and Michael have three young daughters together and Katharine made it clear earlier this year that she is in no rush to start squeezing babies out. When I joked the other day about keeping Kat away from LeAnn’s Twitter feed, I didn’t know that could end up being a self-fullfilling prophecy. I get not wanting kids (hell, I’ve tried to give mine back to the universe more than once but apparently science is an asshole and it doesn’t work that way) but why in the name of all that fucks goats would you start seeing someone who has them?!? Maybe she hasn’t set eyes on them yet- I can totally imagine Michael’s giant melon of doom only Lurch‘s mom could love eclipsing three little girls completely.

Someone get Mary Liberty Ross‘ phone number. I think they have a lot to talk about over coffee.

(Pic: Wenn.com)

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