George Conway, wife abuser

She was a beauty queen who built a successful business. Later she became the first woman to elect a president as a campaign manager.

Her husband became a jealous blob who tried to publicly humiliate her and undercut her at every turn.

Now Kellyanne Conway has written about her abusive spouse in a memoir, Here's the Deal.

Her situation was best summed up in this paragraph: "I had two men in my life. One was my husband. One was my boss, who happened to be president of the United States. One of those men was defending me. And it wasn't George Conway. It was Donald Trump."

She was and is a strong woman. Georgie Boy couldn't take it. A real man would be proud and supportive of his wife. Chumbawamba Conway was a coward. The Washington Post enabled his misogyny by publishing his screeds about the president which were really aimed at his wife, Kellyanne. Cable TV made Conway a star, the Costanza of Washington.

Divorce was not the answer because they are Catholic. He had her trapped. All of Washington cheered on his monstrous abuse of his wife. And of course, they laughed and mocked him behind his back because his actions showed what a loser he is, seeking approval of people who will never respect him. How could they? Look at how he treated his wife.

But all the liberal talk about feminism is baloney because here was a trailblazer -- a heroine who unlike Hillary definitely did not get to where she was by marriage -- whom the denizens of DC mocked. There are no accolades in their lifetimes for some of the brave.

The book was leaked to the Washington Post as these political memoirs often are.

He made life miserable for her.

She wrote, "Night after night, I would come home from a busy day at work and be there for the kids: dinner, homework, projects. While I was minding dishes, dogs, laundry, managing adolescent dramas and traumas, George would be just steps away from me, tucked away in his home office, plotting against my boss and me."

I do the dishes and help with the laundry. I will admit the cat is my wife's responsibility although I clean the litter. It's called a marriage. You make compromises and you do things together.

As for those adolescent dramas and traumas, George encouraged one daughter to go on social media and put the family's dysfunction on full display. I realize it takes two to make a marriage work. I realize that her long hours exacerbated the situation.

But what sort of monster turns his daughter against his mother like that? Why could George Conway not shut his piehole and think about what he was doing to the woman he professed to love and their children?

She wrote that Ivanka gave her the names of two marriage therapists. Kellyanne wrote, "I appreciated the information and her thoughtfulness and wanted to pursue it. After I showed George the names, he rejected one and said a halfhearted ‘okay’ to the other while looking at his phone. We never went."

It takes two.

In one passage, she wrote, "During this time, the frequency and ferocity of his tweets accelerated. Clearly, he was cheating by tweeting. I was having a hard time competing with his new fling."

Maybe he felt cuckolded. The political is personal in Washington. And he was second in her heart both politically and professionally. His tirades put this on public display and made him look weak. Pity is the last thing a man should want. He crawled on his knees begging for it.

There are two sides to this tale of woe, but George Conway's public behavior during the Trump presidency seems indefensible.

She said Trump told her last year: "Write a great book, honey. You made history. You were the first woman [to manage a winning presidential campaign]. You did a fantastic job. You should talk about it."

She made history not only without the support of her spouse but despite a husband who was opposing her at every turn.

It is said we all make our own hell. George Conway's is a pretty nasty and petty one.

The book ends, "Democracy will survive. America will survive. George and I may not survive."

And now listen as Mr. Frank Sinatra sings a song by Kris Kristofferson.