To this day, I think that Paul McCartney married the one-legged Heather Mills because he pitied her handicap after having lost Linda to cancer.
I think Linda left a gap, and he recognized that gap in the right leg that wasn’t there — somehow, he thought Linda was, but it had been Heather all along.
That being said, many people often mix up John and Paul.
John Lennon basically let Yoko ruin The Beatles, and then let her ruin his every song where she squealed background vocals to the best of her poor abilities. Linda, on the other hand, was a famous photographer before she ever met Paul (she was the first female photographer covering Rolling Stone magazine, in 1968) and she could sing quite a bit better.
John left Julian — the kid from his first marriage — out of his will, and mistreated, neglected and verbally abused the boy ever since he met Yoko.
And it was actually Paul who looked after Julian as his unofficial uncle before and after John’s death, and it was also Paul who wrote one of the most famous and influential songs of all time — Hey Jude — for Julian after John left his first wife Cynthia for Yoko.
Paul, by all accounts, was a tremendous dad for both his own and Linda’s children, and it still makes him a tremendous former husband of Linda’s in the hindsight of many years.
For some reason, if one mentions Paul McCartney, I think about musical genius and The Beatles, love, Linda, Michael Jackson (in better days), cultural generosity, and empathy —
And that doesn’t spell “jerk” to me.