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Being married is one thing, but being married to Bret “Hitman” Hart—former five-time World Wrestling Entertainment Champion—is another. In her vibrant and honest memoir, Hart’s ex-wife and the mother of his four children chronicles the ups and downs of balancing life with a superstar husband in the circus world of professional wrestling. Beginning with Julie’s teen years and early romance with Bret, the story follows the couple’s marriage, children, divorce, and continued presence in each other’s lives, culminating in Julie’s growing role as one of the new matriarchs of the ever-expanding Hart family in Calgary. Vividly detailed and humorous, this authentic account of Julie’s life as an individual, wife, mother, sister, and friend is told by, quite arguably, the Hitman’s toughest opponent and greatest ally of all time.
one of Jochim’s friends had too much to drink and started hitting on Bret right in front of me. She put her hand on his leg and started rubbing it, so I grabbed her hand and threw it off. I got in her face about it and Bret just sat there laughing. He thought the whole situation was amusing, but I found their behaviour to be plain disrespectful. I was furious and said I wanted to leave. Jochim drove us back to his place, and as we approached the house I started mouthing off to Bret. Suddenly, he
right by him and came directly over to me. “Hi, I’m Dean Hart.” His eyes and teeth looked so bright when he smiled that I lowered my gaze because of how beautiful he really was. Bret came over to introduce us, but saw from my shyness that I had already met Dean. The last time I talked with Dean was a few weeks before he passed in November. He brought over a board game he knew Bret loved to play. Dean was pale and thin from dialysis by then, and quite stubborn about taking any medical advice.
felt good to lie on the hot beach, spreading out like an egg in a frying pan. I watched Dean try to learn how to swim in three feet of water; he was terrified of being in water above his waist. I laughed at him from the beach, and whenever he came out of the water because the lifeguard was on break. I only went inside briefly to call the kids and see how they were doing. I picked up the phone with apprehension, fearing doom and gloom. Michelle answered and immediately told me that Bret had been
and loudly recounting a distorted version of our situation. He said things that fell completely out of the context of our conversation, just so that she would hear his heroic monologue. I calmly told him he was full of shit, and said, “I don’t know what’s going on with you right now, but you’re making all those stories about deadbeat dads come true. So the next time you call me for a quick pickup, you should ask your girlfriend if she minds getting sloppy seconds.” I hung up the phone, enraged
remember him quoting it to me in South Africa. I even bought him a star because of it. 13. Foreigner—“Waiting for a Girl Like You” (1981) In the late 80s, Bret came home off the road with a surprise for me. He told me to stay downstairs, he would call me up when he was ready. He gave me the all clear, and as I walked up the stairs, he put this song on. He met me at the top of the stairs, took my hand, and told me to close my eyes and not open them until he said “okay.” When I opened