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SAVANNAH
MARCH 11, 2013
If one more person spoke to me, I was going to combust. Everyone thought that since Martin and I had gotten married less than three months earlier, I wanted to be with him all the time.
We’d come back to Atlanta after our spontaneous Bora Bora honeymoon, and suddenly, my trailer had disappeared. I’d fought tooth and nail for my own f*****g space. I was the star of the show after all. Then, someone had even written Josephine Harper on all of my scripts and paperwork. I’d blown a gasket. I was married. I wasn’t a different person. And I certainly wasn’t changing my name. The internalized misogyny was driving me batshit crazy.
I slammed the door on my brand-new Josephine Reynolds trailer. Martin had laughed on set when I had to correct another person about my n
