Relationships may not be her strong point but give heartbroken Katie Price a break, says Rebecca Moore

For innocent tweeters last week, a storm hit Twitter. There was no warning, no set-up – no foreplay at all. All we received, suddenly and unavoidably, was a simple and succinct summing up of Katie Price’s most recent marriage: ‘Sorry to say me and kieran are divorcing him and my best friend jane pountney bee [sic] having a full blown sexual affair for 7 months’.

The tweet went viral immediately. Not least because not long after tweeting these words, Price drove straight to her suddenly ex-best friend’s home and had what the media referred to as a ‘showdown’ …all under the loving gaze of the paparazzi who – thanks to the aforementioned tweet – knew precisely where to be waiting.

I know, I know, this hardly ranked as news to most of us. Most people stood around, shaking their heads, over their neatly folded arms, barely concealing their know-it-all smirk. Of course this was going to happen, they whispered. What a surprise, some even ventured. We knew this one wouldn’t last long… The fact that the infidelity of a male stripper who happened to marry a z-list celebrity ranks as news at all is another question for another day.

Today, however, today we lament the love life of Ms Price.

Those dissenters probably have a point: It was never going to be happy ever after, was it?

I’m not being cruel – I obviously wish Katie no harm, or unhappiness. But I am just hedging my bets via the statistics.

However, I do have to say that the response that Price’s heartbroken tweets garnered was brutal and indicative of a world in which we just don’t think of celebrities as human beings at all.

And that’s not our fault. I mean, the celeb world is a world in which it’s perfectly normal to gyrate half-naked around a wrecking ball, after shaving most of your hair off. Some celebs even make shaving all their hair off a ‘thing’, like Britney Spears who – if I remember rightly – directed the paparazzi to whichever hairdressers she was heading to in the midst of her apparent breakdown.

It is, after all, a world in which someone like Katie Price – formerly Jordan – is famous at all.

I don’t dislike her – I don’t know her. And that’s part of the point, isn’t it? We feel like we know these people. They invite us into their homes, into their bedrooms, their toilets for goodness sake. They feel intimate. These aren’t human beings in a polite, abstract sense – these are your intimate friends, almost like family who you have every right to ridicule and judge at will.

And so when one of them has something bad happen to them, we feel it is wholly our place to question their motives and to make snide remarks.

Katie Price has many flaws, and she has – it’s true – gone through a few boyfriends and husbands.

It’s also true that I don’t love this culture of revealing our feelings, our bra sizes and our favourite sexual positions online – those conversations are for girly nights over copious amounts of champagne.

However, whether I would have done it or not, Price’s tweet was – as she later defended herself – the manifestation of her heart breaking.

For once, leave the woman – and her breaking heart – alone.