My lawyer is telling me I have to take some responsibility about the welfare of the children. Do I want the kids? Hell no. Does it look good for me to ask for them? Absolutely. I don't want to look like the woman who gave away her kids and just forgot about them.
Michael respected doctors immensely: that they went to school, that they studied... to do no harm.
Michael and I will always be connected with the kids. I will always be there for him. I will always be there for the children. And people make remarks: 'I can't believe she left her children.' Left them? I left my children? I did not leave my children. My children are with their father, where they are supposed to be.
There's two Michaels: there's, like, my Michael. And the Michael that everyone else sees. Michael the entertainer.
I'm not miserable; please don't misunderstand me. I have a lovely life.
Michael Jackson was my friend before he was anything else. I saw him, and I would say, 'Oh my God, I know him...' And I would think, 'I'm so flipping lucky.'
I had a very 'colorful' language, and every time I went to say something, Michael would cut me off with words like 'shoot' and 'fudge.' He didn't like curses. He didn't think it was necessary when other words would do.
You know what Michael did? He got me the most fabulous place to live. If you read the tabloids, it's the enclave of the enclave, Beverly Hills, which I have no idea what an enclave is. If it's chic-chic, it's cool.
The personal Michael is indescribable. He's magnanimous. He truly is in every way. Had it not been for all the media stuff, I would have stayed married to him forever unless he finally got tired of me.
You earn the title 'parent.' I have done absolutely nothing to earn that title.