1936
Lili and I had a fight last night, which led to me storming out of the house. I spent the rest of the night drinking and playing cards with Niv and John. I can't say I blame her, but she knew what type of man I was when she married me. We both know this isn't a marriage of love but rather a move to boost my career. Yes, I do feel attracted to her, but I can't help to have a wandering eye for the ladies. I feel like this is never going to work. I would divorce her, but I was informed by the studio head, Jack Warner, it would be suicide to my film career. Jack had told me, "Errol, what type of image is that going to give to the public? I don't care if you're happy or not. Goddamn it you're an actor, at least act the part. Make the public believe you're a happily married man!"
I suppose that puts an end to that...for now.
I suppose that puts an end to that...for now.