This was a lot of fun! Being from Detroit, I often went to the roller skating rink. I can skate backwards, forwards, and even twirl on skates, LOL! This brings back great memories of carefree, fun times with no drama. All the women were able to move past the pillow talk night and no one tried to place the blame solely on me except for NeNe and Phaedra.
NeNe and I are both survivors of domestic violence. I, particularly, have a penchant for any charity that supports women and helps young girls thrive. Saving Our Daughters (SOD) is one I too firmly believe in and thought would help a lot of girls in need with their struggles in life. Previously, I promised NeNe that I would throw an event to benefit her favorite charity. That I did with no ulterior motive.
I may not do everything perfectly right, but my heart was in the right place. Although I do not owe NeNe anything, out of respect for our friendship at the time, I only wanted to do something kind for her and to benefit a great charity -- a win-win situation. This was my sweeping gesture…my olive branch. However, you don’t take an olive branch and beat someone with it. Each and every girl received the same invitation outlining my event details, dress code, program, etc. The electronic invitation my team used tracked all the invitations. Therefore, we could see that NeNe not only RECEIVED the evite but READ the invitation as well. However, she chose not to respond. Instead of calling me with questions, she contacted the charity and confirmed their support for the event weeks prior. She also heard from Cynthia and Marlo about the event, other Housewives, and PR staff. Does this sound like a woman who didn’t know anything about the event as she claims? If you believe that lie, I have a bridge I want to sell you.
Initially, I wanted to surprise her with my decision to make her the guest of honor, which is why I didn’t personally call her. However, as rumblings went on about her not getting a call from me, I immediately called her and received no response resulting in me texting her. To my dismay, she furiously responded in a nasty, disrespectful manner. Again, all knowledge of the event took place prior to the event. Once NeNe did learn, she made her own choice how to conduct herself.
I commend Cynthia for the class act that she is and her many attempts to protect NeNe’s image by advising her to do the right thing and attend. Alternatively, NeNe could have declined coming altogether, sent someone to accept on her behalf, or come and graciously accept her honor and ask people to be generous and donate, then, speak to me privately later. Yet, she did none of the above. Proving money can’t buy you class.ICE QUEEN
NeNe is no queen bee. Actual queens are dignified, beloved, regal, and gracious, and don’t walk into a room with their noses in the air… none of the aforementioned is applicable to NeNe. When she arrived, she never spoke to me, but she had her nose in the air the entire time, and never once exhibited a shred of humility, decorum, or class. After she snatched the microphone from me all the guests gasped. What’s most disturbing than anything is her “I am bigger and better than anyone” attitude.
“None of these bitches here are on my level I’m on” –NeNe Leakes
Well, NeNe is correct. We are all in fact above this petty, hate-filled, ego-tripping-one-woman-show-paranoid-hateful-drama of hers. We do not think we are better than other Housewives, because we all are on the same show the last time I checked. Oh, speaking of being above someone…Kandi is a Grammy award-winning songwriter and astute businesswoman and actual “rich bitch,” Cynthia is an accomplished model and businesswoman, and Phaedra is an attorney, and I am a former Miss USA and the only one in the group with an actual crown. Unlike NeNe, I can’t be dethroned as I’m a part of history. With that said, NeNe is a former stripper with a few short-lived gigs in Hollywood given to her by one man. My scoreboard says that makes HER not on our level. I’m not sure about you, but I’m looking forward to the future of RHOA, not the past. BLOOP!