Hello to you all. Where do we start? Oh, I felt overwhelmed when I viewed this episode. It was more by luck than judgment that I managed to avoid the foray. . .
Firstly, the calm before the storm -- planning my daughter's wedding. It was moving forward rapidly. We only had four months to plan, total, as she wanted to be married. . .as quickly as possible. . .Kidding, before the end of summer.
Kevin was finally bringing it home. The table settings were exquisite. The flowers I knew would be absolute perfection, as that is the area at which he excels. I became excited to see the gorgeous table settings that, luckily, Pandora and I both loved. Thankfully we normally agree. It makes life so much easier.
As we exit from the fairytale like experience, we enter into a much darker place. I don't know if it was because subconsciously I was still reeling from the shock of the tea party and the conversation with Adrienne at her house that I made the decision to work late and meet my husband for drinks at Villa Blanca. Thank goodness. I hadn't been coping so well with all the demands that were being made on me. I was always running late. Between my latest venture, trying to plan my daughter's wedding, Villa Blanca, and many other demands, I was spreading myself too thin. The construction of Sur, as you witnessed a small part of this week, was designed and opened within two months, which proved to be a challenge that's for sure. But it's always a race against time as you are paying rent and obviously not trading, so one has to be prudent and expedient to say the least.
So I declined Brandi's invitation for a certain class that I have already graduated in. . .
I saw that the evening commenced, with playfulness. Brandi made her attempt to entertain and infiltrate a group of women with maybe too many dynamics to really enjoy what should have been a simple evening.
It became the night of fruition, where all the pent up feelings whirling inside Taylor's head were magnified -- I believe by the pressure, alcohol, and feelings of anger towards Camille.
I understand it's hard to believe and comprehend the situation that we were all immersed in. We sympathized with Taylor, but were mystified as to the inconsistencies in regard to her relationship...her turbulent emotional state. It is extremely difficult to judge when we are not witness to all she experienced.
I was totally unaware of the magnitude of the evening's events. I heard from Kyle early the next morning, but to view it was difficult. I thank goodness that at least Taylor is now in a better place emotionally, not only for her but for the sake of her daughter.
I thank God that we had resolved our differences and I could be there to give her the support she has desperately needed. Kyle being so close to her, was extremely supportive, but none of us ever envisaged the tragedy that lay in front of her.
So there we have it. As you see Taylor extremely emotional in the car, Brandi left desolate and once again feeling excluded, and me luckily, safely tucked up in bed blissfully unaware of the battle I had missed -- but battling on my own as my husband made unreasonable demands from his exhausted wife to prove what an excellent student I had once been. . .
Love always Lisa.