It's a nice article from Bud Collins here, explains her recent new found happiness. :)

One for QueenJustine if she hasn't already read it.. :)

Justine Henin is happy. This is extremely distressing news for the rest of the sisterhood. Particularly for the seven dolls to be trampled along her path during the Fiesta of the Fuzzy Ball that commences tomorrow out at SW19.
The first of those unfortunates will be the Argentine qualifier Jorgelina Cravero as Henin flexes her non-muscles and goes after the Big W title to fit alongside her six other majors: four French, a US and an Australian. That's more than enough to land her in the International Tennis Hall of Fame some day.

So what happened not so long ago, when Henin was unhappy? That was 2006, when all the little lady could manage was crashing the finals of the four majors (a very rare accomplishment), winning the French title and topping the world rankings. What's so bad about unhappy, then?
We found out recently at the French Open, where new-found happiness - 'peace of mind' she called it - was unrolled, and she went through Paris like the Reign of Terror. None of her victims took as much as a set, or came close. 'I'm worried about them,' she said of Serena Williams in the quarters and Jelena Jankovic in the semis. Henin permitted them a total of 11 games. She had Ana Ivanovic so rattled in the final (6-1 6-2) that you could hear the kid's knees jingling. Was Madame Defarge ever that tough?

Long after Dr Freud moaned, 'What does woman want?' the answer for the next fortnight might be: 'A backhand like Henin's!' Who wouldn't? But it took more than that heat-seeking missile of a shot to stir happiness within Henin. I'm not up on what Freud said about happiness, but my definition is this: 'Getting rid of excess baggage.'

Henin did exactly that. Remember who she was a year ago, losing the Wimbledon final to Amelie Mauresmo? Justine Henin-Hardenne. Hyphenated and morose. Here's where an emotional guillotine, as decision-maker, came in handy: cut the hyphen; cut the husband; cut the long painful, deleterious estrangement from her father and family; cut to the chase of becoming an all-time great.

Life has never been cushy for Henin, afflicted by numerous illnesses and injuries, and the controversy of walking out on the Australian final of 2006 while trailing Mauresmo. That was the case of the 'Belgian Bellyache', for which she was hammered by the press. She didn't get to Australia this year, apparently working out details of parting from Pierre-Yves Hardenne. The terms are secret, but he won't have to work the Belgian endive fields for a living.

Coming up as teenagers, Henin and Kim Clijsters put Belgium on the tennis map. Henin won more titles, Clijsters more hearts. One of the most agreeable ever to grace the game, the sunny, bubbly Clijsters took the happiness crown with her, abdicating to marriage. Now Henin is Belgium alone, and we'll see how she handles that. Surely no one could have been more joyful than Henin, so often grim-faced, in her acceptance speech at Roland Garros. Making public her reunion with the family, and dedicating the victory to them, she said: 'I missed you. I want to offer this victory to you. I love you with all my heart.' Amazing, heart-rending stuff from a very private person.

Neither she nor her sister and two brothers in the audience would discuss the reasons for the familial breakdown. But older brother David, 34, said that the rapprochement, after seven mute years, began in April, when he was nearly killed in a road accident. Comatose for two days, he awakened, and there was Justine. The rebuilding of love had begun and continues with visits and phone calls. Her father, Jose, watched the final on TV, saying he was too nervous to appear in person just yet. Team Henin has grown in size and strength from a player, coach and physio to a full-blown family.

Setting aside states of happiness and unhappiness, this Justineian career has been exceedingly difficult because she has had to push so hard to hang in with the growling, strong-armed company she keeps. Her towering colleagues make her seem Lilliputian. No shrieking baseline grinder, Henin is a treat to behold at work. A dazzling shotmaker and strategist, she gets so much out of a minuscule frame: 5ft 5in, 8st 8lb. She can volley (thought by most to be illegal in women's tennis) and her increasingly sharp forehand is backed by the divine one-handed backhand. She is buoyed by a heart hungry for every point.

Beneath the white cap is a tennis brain impatient to conquer Wimbledon at last, after losing to Venus Williams in 2001 and Mauresmo last year. She feels she needs it to complete a full set of majors - but knows she has found greater happiness already.

Bud Collins, a columnist for the Boston Globe and commentator for NBC, is covering his fortieth Wimbledon. His website is budcollinstennis.com

:hug: Thanks Trisco.

Yes I did read it before, but read it again on here :wub: I can't get enough of her :wub: :wub:

I'm not gonna trash talk like some other player :whistle: about winning Wimbledon .... if Justine wins it then :clap: :clap: :party: :party: , otherwise there is always next year. I hope that final against Momo didn't tire her out :unsure:

Mr Hardenne must of been a really tosser :angry: :angry: :angry: :angry:

Very nice article......touching yet funny:
"She can volley (thought by most to be illegal in women's tennis)"
:lol:

Allez Justine...but as she said its not life or death to win wimbledon - winning the French is most important to her (as her promise to her mother) and sure as hell she has already passed that test! :party:
Wimbledon would be nice.

But In the words of the Queen herself:

Never a truer word spoken.

She's just so :wub: :wub: :wub: :wub: and real!!

And so are you ! :kiss2:

:giggle: :giggle:

She done a nice interview with Hazel Irvine on the beeb today after the win :yahoo: