Hi, everyone. I hope you're having an amazing holiday season filled with peace, love, and joy. Sooo... I do not even know where to begin. I guess we'll start with the dinner party. I had a feeling that dinner at Camille's with all the women would end in something, but had no idea what I was getting myself into. Obviously it was loaded with drama, catty remarks, and immature behavior.... But i honestly can't say how and why the fighting even began. I'm never one to be in the middle of such drama, but that night I found myself caught in the middle of World War 2, once again.
I don't know what it is, but somehow Taylor and I seem to always go at it when there is drama around us. Caught up in the heat of the moment, I feel as though we both say things that we don't mean. I have no real issues with Taylor at all. If anything, I think we are both just very different people, with different morals and a different outlook on life.
After the fight, I was totally caught off guard when Kyle got mad at me. I feel as if she was just overwhelmed from the argument with Camille. As for riding home alone, the girls were all heading back into town, and I just wanted to go home. I'd like to see all of this put behind us so that we can move on.
I had more important things on my mind, as my daughter, Whitney, was getting ready to leave for the summer. She had been away at college, and I felt so grateful to have her back home with me again. Therefore it was difficult to see her leave and realize that her time home with me was limited. I know many critics out there are saying that I rely on my kids too much, but the reality is that they are my entire life -- nothing is more importamt to me and letting go isn't always easy. At this point in my life I am working on adjusting to the fact that my kids are growing up and becoming their own people in the world. Although, yes, it is true that I would love to have them home with me every day, I know that it is not practical. It is important for them to get out in the world and away from home, and can only pray that they will always use their best judgment and remember all that I have taught them. Raising my children, I've always dreamed of them being strong, independent, and successful people, and I couldn't be more proud of the young adults that they have become.