Staying True

Staying True

by Jenny Sanford


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In this candid and compelling memoir, the first lady of South Carolina reveals the private ordeal behind her very public betrayal—and offers inspiration for anyone struggling to keep faith during life’s most trying times.

She’s been a successful investment banker, a mother of four, and the campaign manager for one of American politics’ rising stars—her husband, Mark Sanford of South Carolina, once widely hailed as a possible candidate for president in 2012. Yet to most Americans, Jenny Sanford is best known for the one role she refused to play—that of conventional political spouse standing silently by while her husband went before the media and confessed his infidelity. Instead, she stayed true—to herself, to her faith, and to her highest ideals of parenthood and public service. She chose to let Mark Sanford deal with the embarrassment and political fallout from his own actions while focusing her own efforts privately on raising their children to be men of character, even in the face of the lies their father has told.

In Staying True, Jenny Sanford recalls her shock and anguish upon discovering that her husband was having an affair with a woman in Argentina, and the further pain when she learned—just a day ahead of most Americans—that he had not ended the affair when she believed he had. She reveals the source of her determination to be honest and forthright instead of the victim in the tabloid passion play that gripped the nation in June 2009.
But her story neither begins nor ends with Mark Sanford’s astounding fall from grace. Writing with uncommon candor from a deep well of spiritual strength, Sanford shares personal stories and life lessons from before and after she stepped into the public realm. She recounts the many stresses—as well as the myriad joys—that she experienced on a daily basis while living in the governmental spotlight. (Just try keeping four young boys out of mischief in the governor’s mansion!) And she describes the many ways that the seductions of power can drive apart even the most committed couples.

At every step along her journey, Jenny Sanford has made choices: She gave up her career, moved far from her home state of Illinois, even changed her religious practices. Every choice was a glad concession to harmonious married life and, in some cases, to the support of her husband’s political aspirations. But the one thing she never gave up was her sense of self, her inner moral compass. Her remarkable poise and decency make her a role model for men and women alike. Her story will empower anyone who has fought to maintain independence and integrity—within a marriage or elsewhere in life.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780345522566
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 10/19/2010
Pages: 256
Sales rank: 631,885
Product dimensions: 5.17(w) x 8.03(h) x 0.55(d)

About the Author

Jenny Sullivan Sanford was born and raised in Winnetka, Illinois. A graduate of Georgetown University, she now lives on Sullivan’s Island, South Carolina, with her four sons.

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I see now that June 24, 2009, was a day that changed forever the trajectory of my life, but it did not change me. 

I woke up early that day, as I have always done during our summers at the beach. The boys and I were at our house on Sullivan’s Island, where we had moved when the school year ended a few weeks earlier. My mornings there began with a sunrise cup of coffee in the hour before the boys woke. I savored that quiet time alone as the kitchen filled with light and I wrote in my journal. I jotted thoughts, rarely a narrative of events, and usually reflected on a passage of scripture. My devotions had become more urgent and searching in the six months since I discovered that my husband, Mark Sanford, the governor of South Carolina, was having an affair with a woman in Argentina.

 As I sat on a stool at the kitchen island writing, I knew Mark’s flight from Buenos Aires was about to touch down. He had been out of the state (though the world didn’t yet know how far he’d wandered) for several days. The media and his political opponents were asking pointed questions about where he was, but only a few reporters had called me. Being on Sullivan’s— two hours away from the state capital, Columbia— was a blessing on that front. I’d found out only the day before that Mark was in South America. Within hours, the world would know, and the press would be hovering at the end of our driveway. 

The truth was that Mark and I had been quietly separated and had not spoken for two weeks, at my request, with clear restrictions on contact with the Argentinean woman he had started an affair with a year earlier. If he and I were to have a chance at reconciliation, he agreed not to contact her or the boys and me while he sorted things out. Cut off this way, I hoped, Mark might understand what it would be like to lose his family in the form he’d always known it. I wanted Mark to ache for what he’d always said mattered most to him. I thought he got it. Before he left to “get his head right,” as he’d explained it to the boys, he looked me straight in the eye and said, “I will not see her.” That morning I knew he had broken that promise. 

My prayers were brief but pointed: “Lord give me strength. Lord let Mark find you. Lord protect our boys.” So many times, I had prayed for the patience to wait this out, or for understanding for him and for me. I felt the full weight of the day ahead on my shoulders. This time when I clasped my hands and shut my eyes, I prayed that the Lord would grant me the strength to protect our children in the ugly time ahead, and I prayed for Mark who was clearly lost. 

The only one of the four boys at home that morning was thirteen- year- old Bolton, who was about to leave for a day of fishing with his uncle and cousin. As he gobbled down his breakfast, I pictured our dear friend and Mark’s long- time aide, Chris Allen, picking up Mark at the Atlanta airport. A loyal young man who had recently tied his business goals to Mark’s political future, Chris had driven through the night to be there when Mark landed. By now, they were on the road to Columbia. I wondered if Mark understood that the whole country, it seemed, wanted a full description of his “hiking the Appalachian Trail.” 

The phone rang. It was Mark calling from the car. “Hey, how are you?” he asked quietly. 

“How am I? How do you think I am?” I sighed. “Jenny, be gentle with me,” he said in a tired voice. “Gentle?” I asked incredulously. “Do you know what kind of a storm you are returning to? And where do we stand?” 

“The good news is it’s over now,” he said of his affair, and then added, “I’ve already met a reporter at the airport and told her of my love of adventure travel and so on. I’ll call you after I get to Columbia.” 

I asked again, “What about us?” 

“I told you it’s all behind us . . . everything’s good.” 

Good?! What part of this did he think was good?
I wondered. I had been anticipating this call, searching for the right way to respond, but everything about his manner caught me off guard, beginning with his blasé tone. I don’t know what he could have said to soothe me, but at least I expected an apology and some expression of regret. I hadn’t detected a note of that in his voice. He was riding down the highway with Chris arranging for a press conference later that morning and I was one of a number of things he was dealing with. By the time we hung up, I hoped it was slowly dawning on him that this story about his “adventure” wasn’t going to hold. 

There had been many a morning in the six months since I discovered his affair when I had cried about the state of my marriage, and just as many evenings spent praying with my two girlfriends Frannie and Lalla Lee. This morning, at least, I wasn’t going to cry. I was the one who needed to get my head right. I grabbed my iPod, smeared on some sunblock, and headed out the back gate to the beach, some two hundred yards away. 

The sun was moving quickly higher in the slate blue sky and the air was hot and sticky, but that thickness didn’t dim the sparkle of the sea. My spirit lifted as soon as I set my flipflops in the sand. Orange and yellow wildflowers lined the path behind our house that leads to the shore. “His Strength Is Perfect” was the first tune on my iPod, which helped my spirits too, as I emerged from the corridor of low dunes and saw the broad beach before me. 

This was not in my control, not in my hands, I thought, as the song changed to “I Can Only Imagine.” What my future held was something I, the woman who always thought years ahead, now couldn’t imagine. Could I imagine a life without Mark, the man whose ambitions had been the center of all that we had done as a family for twenty years? Without him, what was our direction? And how did he feel about me now that he had seen her? Once we got through this day, both of us had life- changing decisions to make. I walked more quickly along the shore, smiling when I saw dolphins playing in the surf. At the beach, I feel wondrously small; my problems are insignificant in this big, beautiful world. This would all sort itself out, and at some point, I would know what to do next. I felt certain of that and that only. I breathed steadily, more deeply, and drank in the peace the sea affords, a tremendous luxury in a world and life otherwise very public. 

When I returned, I found that Lalla Lee Campsen, one of my oldest friends in South Carolina, had let herself in. Of course she was there. I could have guessed that she would be from the moment I turned up the path home. She sat at the kitchen island with a notepad and a pen, fielding calls. Petite, bright-eyed, and always smiling, Lalla Lee was the first of Mark’s childhood friends to embrace me when this Midwestern Catholic girl found herself living in the Deep South. In those carefree days before politics consumed my time, we’d boated together and played many sets of tennis. Our boys had become good friends, almost as close as Lalla Lee and I had. I was grateful for her steady presence. Whatever this day brought me, we would face it together. 

I heard the door to the carport slam and went to the top of the stairs to see Frannie Reese, my closest friend on the island, sprinting upstairs toward me, a bundle of energy in her shorts and bathing suit. She had two cups from Starbucks and handed me one. When we first moved to Sullivan’s Island back in 1998, Frannie’s husband, Tim, was away almost as much as Mark had been during his years serving in Congress. She and I started out as carpool pals, but within months we were picking up each other’s kids after school, taking them to appointments and to practices and eating dinner frequently at each other’s homes, herding our kids around like one big mob. Recently, when my sister Kathy moved to Charleston and had a baby of her own, she fell seamlessly into Frannie’s generosity. Frannie came to see how I was doing that morning. She said she’d be back before Mark’s press conference. I retreated to shower and freshen up. 

As I finished getting dressed, I heard Kathy’s boisterous voice filling the main room as she came through the front door. She’s an artist with a wicked sense of humor who, like our mom, knows how to make an entrance. “He wasn’t hiking the Appalachian Trail,” she announced. “He was getting Argentine tail!” I laughed. How good it felt to laugh! 

Unbidden, my local sisterhood had assembled itself at my house, and my sister Gier was on the plane here from Chicago. So, too, was my dad, who would be arriving within an hour or two. I thought of Blake and Landon, ages ten and fifteen, four miles off the coast deep- sea fishing with Lalla Lee’s sons and a friend, and Marshall, our oldest, in the Caribbean, for a two- week summer job. I paused next to the bed that Mark and I shared, to appreciate how truly I loved and was loved and how nothing that happened that day could take any of that from me. 

Out in the kitchen, Kathy and Lalla Lee urged me to eat, but I had no appetite. We picked at the salads that Kathy thought to bring. The phone continued to ring, but we were screening the calls. It seemed we were hunkered down in a safe zone, in our cinder- block fortress by the sea, waiting for the next shoe to drop. 

“So, Jenny, while you were in the shower Mark called again,” Lalla Lee told me reluctantly. 

“Are you kidding?” Kathy said, grinning at me. “I gave him a piece of my mind when I answered Jenny’s cell. Of course, he thought I was her for a while.” 

I shook my head, imagining what Kathy had let loose on Mark. Kathy and I have had our sisterly spats, but we are fiercely protective of each other. I felt safer with her around. After lunch, Chris Allen patched through Mark, who was polling those he trusted on how much he should reveal. “Should I tell everything?” he asked, businesslike still. 

“Whatever you think is right,” I said. “What does Lerner say?” I asked, referring to our longtime media adviser and friend in DC. 

“He says not to get into too much detail,” Mark sighed. 

I agree with that. But you have to be honest about where you were and why.”   This was Mark at the mansion and in work mode. I had long ago come to understand that private talk would have to wait. 

The day before, when I knew for certain that Mark was in Argentina, I reached out to my family in Chicago, and my dad volunteered to fly to Charleston to be at my side, as had Gier. In the coming weeks, there would be a time when I would need my mom’s lively spirit and take- charge attitude, but that day I needed Dad and his calm. I was folding laundry mindlessly, trying to keep busy, when he pulled into the driveway. Just the sight of him, tidy in his pressed khakis and golf shirt, made me feel more firmly anchored to the ground. Yet all I could manage was a weak smile when he walked through the door. Since Mark confessed his affair to him a few weeks earlier, Dad and I had spoken many times. Now we hugged, not saying much. Up close, I saw the pain he carried in his eyes. I was not sure what there was to say. 

Mark called again, first announcing that the press conference would be later in the afternoon. 

The State has some of our emails,” he admitted. I understood that the “our” of that statement did not refer to me, but to his correspondence with his lover. If they were anything like the racy letter I’d discovered in Mark’s desk that January, I needed to brace myself for another public humiliation. 

“How many do they have? How long have they had them?” 

“I don’t know.” 

So, my best political, if not spousal, advice: “Well, be honest and get it over with. Whatever you do, don’t talk about your heart.” 

Then Gier arrived with her boys and mimicked how she had waved as they drove past the reporters and photographers who slumped, bored, in the driveway. It was time for Mark’s press conference, and we all crammed into my bedroom, some holding hands as we watched Mark enter the Capitol rotunda. He walked, distracted and guilty, to the podium, squirming, not knowing how to begin. Frannie is the type who likes to ask questions and she started up. I had to caution her that I wanted to hear every word. We were somber and a little frightened as Mark started to ramble. He spent considerable time— it seemed like an eternity— apologizing to everyone in his life, every citizen of the state, people of faith all over the world. Then he revealed the state of his heart. He described days spent crying in Argentina with his lover. 

I still don’t quite know why I wanted to hear every syllable, but it felt important to bear witness to this in real time, to hear what the watching public was hearing. That said, I am grateful to this day that I can’t remember much of it. While it was going on, I was in such shock, it felt as though this was happening to someone else. I wished that were true. Out the bedroom window, I saw a bright orange container ship heading out to sea on its way to Turkey or China. What I wouldn’t have given to be on it! 

Finally, no longer able to stand the sight of Mark pining away with tears streaming down his face, Kathy looked at Lalla Lee and said exactly what all of us were thinking, “Will you call someone and tell them to please pull him away from that camera?” Lalla Lee called Chris Allen to suggest this, but the press conference did not end. 

As Mark carried on, Kathy moaned, “Let’s just end this!” As if taking a cue from his vocal sister- in- law, Mark did finally finish, but then the commentators began talking about “another politician who cheated on his wife.” Wronged Political Spouses is a list no one wants to be on, but now my name would be featured there. Immediately my cell phone rang. It was Mark. Lalla returned to the kitchen to handle the house phone and Frannie went too, to make dinner. I took the call on the porch. 

“How’d I do?” he asked. 

“Are you kidding me? You cried for her and said little of me or of the boys.” I guess he’d forgotten I was not the one to praise this performance. 

We hung up, and I went to the study above my bedroom for some privacy. I wanted to say something, to respond, to react, even though I knew that was not the usual protocol followed by betrayed political wives. I’d already missed the part in this ritual where I would stand with head bowed next to him in front of hundreds of cameras as he made his shameful admission. (If I’d been there, perhaps he’d have gotten off the stage sooner.) I had never considered myself a traditional political spouse, though, and this wasn’t the moment to start being one. I had been working on a statement. 

The night before, over dinner at the Campsens, we had discussed what I could say. Once home, I wrote a formal onepage statement. Now I reviewed what I’d written to see if it still reflected what I felt. It did. I wasn’t ashamed and I wanted no one’s pity. I asked my dad to read my statement and he suggested a few minor adjustments. Those done, I sent it to my assistant in the First Lady’s Office, who emailed it to the local and national press. I also walked down the driveway and handed it to the reporters gathered there. Handing over my statement gave me a wonderful sense of release. I knew there would be endless requests for interviews in the coming days and weeks, and Mark and I would engage in more painful conversations. For that moment, though, my thinking was complete. I truly believed I would be able to enjoy a relaxed dinner with my family, and I really couldn’t wait to hug the boys as they returned home. I knew in my heart that whether I reconciled with my husband or not, saying what I truly felt at this time of personal crisis would begin a new chapter in my life. I did what seemed reasonable to me and it seems to have opened new doors: doors to sharing, doors to friendship, doors to some kind of peace. 

Statement from First Lady Jenny Sanford 
(Released 5:19 p.m., June 24, 2009) 

I would like to start by saying I love my husband and I believe I have put forth every effort possible to be the best wife I can be during our almost twenty years of marriage. As well, for the last fifteen years my husband has been fully engaged in public service to the citizens and taxpayers of this state and I have faithfully supported him in those efforts to the best of my ability. I have been and remain proud of his accomplishments and his service to this state. 

I personally believe that the greatest legacy I will leave behind in this world is not the job I held on Wall Street, or the campaigns I managed for Mark, or the work I have done as First Lady or even the philanthropic activities in which I have been routinely engaged. Instead, the greatest legacy I will leave in this world is the character of the children I, or we, leave behind. It is for that reason that I deeply regret the recent actions of my husband Mark and their potential damage to our children. 

I believe wholeheartedly in the sanctity, dignity, and importance of the institution of marriage. I believe that has been consistently reflected in my actions. When I found out about my husband’s infidelity I worked immediately to first seek reconciliation through forgiveness, and then to work diligently to repair our marriage. We reached a point where I felt it was important to look my sons in the eyes and maintain my dignity, self- respect, and my basic sense of right and wrong. I therefore asked my husband to leave two weeks ago.

 This trial separation was agreed to with the goal of ultimately strengthening our marriage. During this short separation it was agreed that Mark would not contact us. I kept this separation quiet out of respect of his public office and reputation, and in hopes of keeping our children from just this type of public exposure. Because of this separation, I did not know where he was in the past week. 

I believe enduring love is primarily a commitment and an act of will and for a marriage to be successful, that commitment must be reciprocal. I believe Mark has earned a chance to resurrect our marriage. 

Psalm 127 states that sons are a gift from the Lord and children a reward from Him. I will continue to pour my energy into raising our sons to be honorable young men. I remain willing to forgive Mark completely for his indiscretions and to welcome him back, in time, if he continues to work toward reconciliation with a true spirit of humility and repentance.

 This is a very painful time for us and I would humbly request now that members of the media respect the privacy of my boys and me as we struggle together to continue on with our lives and as I seek the wisdom of Solomon, the strength and patience of Job, and the grace of God in helping to heal my family.

Reading Group Guide

1. Many people feel that memoir is a compelling genre because real life is sometimes stranger than fiction. Were you interested in Jenny Sanford’s memoir because of the wellpublicized events it chronicles? Did the book satisfy your hope for details about how she dealt with this difficult time in her life?

2. Staying True chronicles the long span of the Sanford marriage— more than twenty years from the day they met—
yet Jenny Sanford chose to begin and end the book with events from the summer of 2009. Do you feel this drew you into the story? Kept you in suspense? Or dealt up- front with what many people already knew about Mrs. Sanford? How did the author’s storytelling decisions affect your reading experience?

3. Jenny Sanford has said that she hopes that telling her story will help other readers who are in the throes of a difficult time in their lives, and that the book will help others stay true to their deepest-held values in order to make decisions that are right for them; it is not meant to be prescriptive. Still, did you learn anything from Mrs. Sanford? Do you feel that you might better be able to weather your personal storms for having read about the way she dealt with her own?

4. Deep religious faith gave Jenny Sanford great comfort throughout the marital ordeal described in this book and has been a guiding force throughout her life. Has your own faith provided you similar comfort in trying times? How do you think Jenny’s experience would have been different without this central anchor in her life?

5. When faced with the decision to stay or to leave after discovering a husband’s infidelity, so many women feel trapped by their circumstances. For some it’s a financial issue, for others, the needs of their children or families complicate their decision. What do you think trapped Jenny Sanford in place?

6. In late 2009, Jenny Sanford filed for divorce and in early 2010, the divorce was granted. Because she felt that she had given Mark Sanford every opportunity to do right by their marriage and because she did not act rashly when she first learned of his betrayal, she felt great peace in making the decision to divorce. Does the news of the Sanford divorce surprise you? Do you think you would have ultimately come to the same decision?

7. Being a mother has made Jenny Sanford’s life richer than she could have imagined, but being a mother also complicated things when she was forced to confront the problems in her marriage; she very much wanted to teach her children about both forgiveness and acting with dignity, two things that were, at times, hard to reconcile. Do you think she has provided a good role model for her sons in this regard?

8. If you are a mother, do you think that role colors your ability to make decisions and/or complicates your idea of right and wrong?

9. Consider the different ways that the Sanfords nurtured or deflected friendships in their lives and the way that they then leaned on or isolated themselves from friends during this difficult time. Do their experiences help you see your own friendships more clearly and/or encourage you to be more or less appreciative of your friends?

10. Jenny Sanford provides an up- close perspective on gubernatorial and congressional politics. What do you think of politics and politicians in light of what she reveals?

11. Do you feel that the ego stroking and lack of privacy that come with being a political figure contributed to Mark Sanford’s actions? How do you think political stresses affected Jenny and the marriage in general?

12. Which aspects of Jenny Sanford’s personality do you identify with most? With which do you identify with the least?

13. How has Staying True impacted you? Do Jenny Sanford’s choices and decisions change the way you think about your own life story?

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Jenny Sanford was a lovely, talented young woman who felt pressure to be married, and ignored all the warning signs that she was about to marry a selfish, self-involved man with nothing to give to anyone because he wants it all for himself. This is required reading for any young woman who feels similar pressure, whether self-inflicted or coming from family and friends. Ms.Sanford's ordeal burned away the needy person who put up with the indignities and discomforts of being married to a narcissist, and has found her true, strong self.
TawandaDG More than 1 year ago
I am happy that I took this book out of the library. It would not have been worth buying. This book is written by a privileged woman, about her privileged "difficult" married life in the political limelight. She whines through much of the book, as she sits in her beach mansion, never once taking any responsibility for her marriage. Yes, her husband was most certainly a scoundrel and embarrassing to her and her boys but, give me a break lady. No one can be as perfect as you make yourself out to be on almost every page of this snoozer. Don't waste your time or money.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed Jenny Sanford's book, Staying True. I didn't buy and read the book in hopes of finding out details of the scandal surrounding her husband, so I was not disappointed. I read the book as a result of seeing her on TV promoting the book and the way she handled herself, as a result of the situation her husband created. I enjoy reading about triumph, overcoming obstacles and inspiration. This book was all of that. I think the title of the book is perfect and sets the stage for the story within. Her recount of what their family's life became in the political area is interesting. Yet, it's her focus to maintain her integrity and family values, through this ordeal, that is most inspiring. Her unwavering faith is refreshing; and her ability to instill that faith, charity, dignity and a sense of normality in her children is admirable.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Mrs. Sanford is a terrific person, and someone who I admire so much for having to go through what she did and for no thanks from her husband...I wish her the best always
Terry_Stone More than 1 year ago
Staying True is a book that people, who are curious about the signs and signals in a couple's courtship and marriage, should read. Jenny provides a good insight into Mark Sanford, at the same time providing a balanced and even caring perspective on South Carolina's adulterous governor. Her first trip to South Carolina, where Mark had left an old stick shift car at the airport for her to drive to a location in the country where she had never been--in other words, his failure to meet her at the airport and take her to Coosaw himself--reveals volumes about his cavalier attitude. I know those roads and would not want to drive around by myself at night there, even knowing the way and driving a car that was easy to handle. Further, his "usage" of her because she was "free" to run his campaign, plus the images of his self-centered "frugality" confirm what I as a citizen of the state believed of him all along. I never voted for him after he spent his first term in congress sleeping on the couch and failing to bring anything positive to the people of his state. His first term as governor was unsettling too, since his main goal seemed to be to spend nothing more than absolutely had to be spent. During his second term he even cancelled the meals on wheels program, a lot of which is funded by churches and other charitable organizations. What a cheapskate. I watched with others in this country when he was "caught with his pants down" coming back from the bed of his Argentinian mistress in June of 2009. That he would whine and fawn to the public about her being his "soul mate" and apologizing to everyone, especially his mistress, for his abandonment of duty as governor to sneak down to visit her was sickening. And, I was appalled at Jenny's account of his calling and asking her what he should say to the press and afterward asking her how he did when talking to the public. He barely mentioned Jenny and the children during the press conference. Certainly, he didn't give them the attention he gave others in his address. Jenny's book reveals her courage, faith, and marvelous resilience in the face of her husband's adultery. It also reveals (at least to me) the signs along the way that he may not have cared for Jenny as much as she cared for him. He seemed to take her for granted, often sounding like a child talking to his mother. She supported him, ran his campaign, gave birth to and reared his sons (thankfully, for Mark, they didn't have a daughter), and loved him, overlooking his stinginess and self-centeredness. Jenny consistently voiced her admiration of his high moral values. After the affair, Jenny certainly gave him every opportunity to make amends and re-bond with her and the family. But, he couldn't stop crying for his Argentinian lover. Jenny certainly is prepared to live without him and raise her sons. She has a huge support system of friends, sisters, parents, and others. Plus, she virtually lived alone during his congressional years and held down the fort well, which helped to prepare her for this season of her life. I applaud Jenny's book and recommend it to all those who have supported Mark Sanford, as well as those of us who never did. Well done, Jenny.
hermit on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This is a memoir of Jenny Sanford, the first lady of South Carolina, whose husband Mark publicly confessed his affair with an Argentinean woman in June 2009. Jenny Sanford discusses her family, her past support of her husband's political career, and the faith in God that helped her through his infidelity. But when you read this book one would wonder why she ever consented to marry anyone who according too the narrative appeared too never be in love with her, was not looking for a true relationship just someone to bare his children, boys only according too his contract, and was in her words frugal. And saying frugal is being generous. This book paints a picture of a very selfish man and weak willed woman who let him do what he wanted. She was a free campaign manager and the mother of his children and it appears nothing else in his mind. From the start it is obvious that this was not and never would be a healthy relationship.
KHusser on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Staying True is a poignant memoir of not only the former North Carolina Governor¿s wife, but also her ex-husband¿s, Mark Sanford, exhilarating climb up the political ladder as well as his masterful fall last year. With spiritual overtones, and short, concise chapters, the reader learns of the couple¿s introduction to one another nineteen years ago, yet is shown foreboding signs of the events to unfold in the future. Ms. Sanford never bad-mouths her husband, yet portrays his horrific mistakes with honesty and integrity. Always strong and remaining ¿true¿ for her four teenage sons, Jenny seems to finally understand the revelations about being honest within her own self, as well. A quick read, Staying True, is an excellent example of finding a worthwhile certainty in an otherwise truly appalling life experience.
schatzi on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Remembering the scandal of 2009 and thinking that it might be interesting to read Mrs. Sanford's take on the events, I purchased this book. This is one of the few books I've read in 2010 that I actually regret purchasing.I could never empathize, or even grow to like, Jenny Sanford. She paints herself in glowing terms; apparently she has no faults at all. She's a little less kind with Mark, although she definitely could have treated him more poorly in this memoir. Still, as I finished the book, I couldn't decide if Jenny really was lacking a spine entirely or if she was being a passive-aggressive manipulator in order to gain sympathy from the reader. Maybe it's a combination of both.There's no doubt that Jenny Sanford was a doormat for decades, which seems to think is perfectly acceptable and something admirable. She married a man who said that he could not use the traditional marriage vows because he was unsure if he could promise to be faithful, and yet Mrs. Sanford was seemingly surprised that her husband had an affair. Umm. Huge red flag, anyone? And then she relates a time when her husband bought her a diamond necklace for her birthday. When he saw the necklace (a staffer bought it for him since he was in Washington at the time), he demanded to know if she'd kept the box because he was returning it because he'd paid too much money for it. Jenny meekly returns it to him, and offers some "well, if I'd insisted on keeping it, I would have known that he didn't like it every time I wore it, so what was the sense?" Once again, I really can't tell if she's been passive-aggressive or if she really believes that; either way, I felt a little ill.And, of course, the affair, which is why most people (including myself) are reading this memoir in the first place. Mrs. Sanford, upon learning of the affair, actually gives her husband full permission to go to New York to meet his mistress with a friend in tow, presumably to babysit Mark. And then she listens to Mark telling her such lovely things as how this woman might be his soulmate and maybe he should go to Argentina because it might be his one true chance at happiness and how would Jenny like it if she'd wake up one morning and realize that she'd never had a heart bond with someone else. And yet she still didn't leave and thought that they might repair their marriage. Ugh.Mrs. Sanford also threw in some asides about politics that made me wonder who exactly the politician was - her husband or herself. I don't need the Republican platform shoved down my throat, thanks.Altogether, I found this book to be dull and incredibly frustrating. I wanted to reach through the pages and shake the author several times, or at least ask her if she really believed all of the bull she was saying. I wouldn't recommend this book to anyone.
khiemstra631 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I commend Jenny Sanford for her commitment to her God and to her marriage. What a pity that her husband did not realize the value of what he had and chose to throw it all away for something that might have made his heart flutter faster in Argentina. I hope the Sanford sons will choose to follow the example of their strong mother rather than that of their hollow father. You go, Mrs. Sanford!
jovilla on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Jenny Sanford, the former wife of the governor of South Carolina, Mark Sanford, tells the story of her marriage to a man who had wonderful leadership qualities but at the same time was dealing with his personal demons. There were issues in the marriage for years culminating in the famous "lost" time where no one seemed to know where he was and he was actually in Argentina with his "soul mate". Jenny Sanford is the mother of four boys and seems to have her head on straight. I enjoyed this book and hearing her side of the story.
mahallett on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
quite self-serving. did she do this because she needed money?i don't like the way she handled his infidelity. she should have left him till he got his priorities straight.i wouldn't have put up with his cheapness. did she because she didn't have a paying job?she seems like a tough cookie. i wouldn't want to take her on.
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