OK now back to Lisa's house. I decide to have a conversation with Joyce. I did apologize for offending her, but I wasn't ready to completely apologize about everything -- not when this woman is calling me the names she is calling me (racist, bully, alcoholic, and bipolar). Those are really exaggerated and extreme labels when the fact is I wasn't bullying her -- just being a bitch because of what she pulled at the Thompson. The definition of bully is a person who uses strength or power to harm or intimidate those who are weaker. Did I harm her with my powerful ways? Does she really think she is weaker then me?
She claims I play the victim but it's the other way around. The rest is all bulls--- so I'm not going to write too much about it. I was made fun of for being flat-chested, skinny, and having a funny name when I was younger -- but that's just juvenile name-calling. Stick and stones you know? I wasn't bullied, and I have not bullied Joyce. Our conversation goes on and on. We both finally apologize. She hugs me, which I didn't like because you can't label me those horrible things and then expect me to hug you.
It's over and at this point I am happy to be cordial. Clearly Joyce was just putting a band-aid on the situation, though. Even though it was over that day, months and months later she is giving interview after interview about it. Maybe she should have put that band-aid over her mouth.