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Lisa on the Point of the Tabloid Accusation

Lisa wonders what Brandi's accussation was all for and reflects on the untied front Kyle, Yolanda, and Kim presented in Puerto Rico.

As we conclude this fiasco of a vacation (I use that word loosely), it brings it all back. . .

I understand Joyce and Michael's comment saying that we should have answered. But, as Joyce now says when she sees the footage since she wasn't there, I answered on the beach -- and that for most people would've been enough.

So when I witness Yolanda stating I left because I didn't want to have that conversation. . .she was right. I knew what they were looking for. They were looking for blood. It is quite fascinating to see the two-faced conversations, full of animosity from people I believed to be friends, that led up to this. I hope they are proud of themselves and what they see. I wouldn't be --  that's a certainty.

I do believe that if you state categorically, denying the accusation, as I did to Kyle saying"I did not see the magazines when we were at Brandi's house." I was baffled, but still defending myself. To then keep perpetually interrogating me with the same question -- well at that point that is tantamount to being called a liar. I should only have to answer it once. When I see Mauricio calling me a "f---ing bitch" on the beach over a rumor from the trustworthy Brandi, that hurts. Kim had only heard it from Brandi too. She wasn't there. . . but was acting as if she was a viable witness. Then in an interview, for Kim to say she was glad we were gone -- that spoke volumes.

Yolanda now states in her blog that no, she never saw me with the magazine. I wish she had said that at the time. Carlton who was there too and potentially could have supported me -- she confirmed that also. I had been the last one to arrive. We were in the hallway and no she also never saw the tabloid. Where was this all coming from?

Carlton had been cancelled from the trip, which was a shame as she could have backed me up. The point of this conversation was mystifying. What could possibly result from it? Nobody had mentioned the tabloid all weekend when we had been in Palm Springs. We had given the stories the credence they deserved. The only result that could transpire from this assertion was a wedge between Kyle and I.

I had had enough. I have precious little spare time at the moment and had really reached my limit. You only see 43 minutes. I was there two days.

I was confronted by Yolanda and chastised with accusation of not being a supportive friend. It was outside just before I joined the table. She was accusing me of only coming to see her twice -- once, for dinner opposite her house with our husbands, and once to sit with her in her bedroom. She lives 45 minutes from BH not around the corner.

It did not really make sense to me. I had been busy on Dancing With the Stars. She was at many of our group events -- in the boxing ring, at the circus event, and I hadn't seen her as particularly frail. Although I'm sure this Lyme Disease is challenging, in fact I was quite impressed at her strength as she throttled the poor, unsuspecting teacher.

She also stated that I had let Brandi down by pulling away, but Lord knows I had tried to help her. I think as a friend you accept them for what they are and try to help them with what they can become. Of course, I had tried to slow down her drinking, especially when we were all together as a group for the world to see. And, well you know what reaction transpired from that. . .

I had unequivocally been told to back off. They were becoming closer. I was informed I was not going to Sacramento and I understood that and there seemed to be strengthening in their relationship, almost like allies.

It all so contradictory. "You mother me too much. " "You haven't called me for a week." I have my own children and businesses and am always there in an hour of need -- as I was many a time even in an emergency. That is what a friend does, no questions asked. I know I am that three o'clock in the morning phone call to the people I include as friends. I also know in my heart that Ken and I had been incredibly supportive in many ways. I won't explain that. I don't need to count. If you count you will always be behind.

When we left that hotel, after Kim had been pretty abusive with no regret, we knew to stay or inform them that we were exhausted by the unrelenting accusations and wanted to leave it would result in an even more complicated scenario. We looked at each other as we were going to bed, saddened by the day's events and decided to get the hell out of there -- to find the most glorious hotel on the island and vanish for a few days, to recover and lick my wounds. So that is what happened. Ken had unfortunately developed an infection, potentially septicemia in his arm. We had to find an emergency doctor who came to us at the St Regis. He had his elbow lanced, intravenous antibiotics, and a course of treatment. I am sure when they discovered we weren't there in the morning, they all rejoiced in Puerto Rico that the witch was dead and some, who had orchestrated this attack, could now have center stage. . . That ultimately is what this is all about.

A week passed. Yolanda tweeted a photo of Kyle and Kim tagged "girl power" so I knew they were united by their common enemy and that it was a subliminal message to me. Carlton came over and I tried to explain to her how I felt, but I still felt too emotional. You have seen me for a 120 episodes and rarely, if ever, have seen me cry. I don't like to show that and I hate to watch it now. But I was deeply hurt and had not heard from any of them, which was fascinating by virtue of the fact that this was just an accusation, hurled by someone who had a penchant for vindictive, defamatory statements.

As we witness the girls prepare for college, it was a poignant moment. As a parent, I have been through the emotional wrench as our children leave the nest. I developed shingles when Max went. But now I think I would have it if they came back! But all those years of preparing them, and then it's over and you wait with bated breath for that phone call when they need you and your job as a mother is not redundant -- the validation that you are the one they turn to.

The one thing I hope for, is that as our children make their way. We have instilled in them the most fundamental lesson, to be kind to one another and remember honesty is only a virtue when coupled with kindness. . .Thank you for watching.

Love always,


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Lisa R.: I Am Horrified By the Way Kim Treats Kyle

Lisa R. talks about what drove her to throw the glass.

Have you ever put a bunch of ingredients in the blender, hit power on only to realize that you forgot to put the lid on, so it sprays everywhere? This is exactly how my brain feels after this episode. There has been so much going on and so much building up that finally everything has just exploded into a million pieces.

What a relief it was to see Eileen and Lisa V. arrive in Amsterdam. It was only a tiny calm before the storm, though, because sh-- hit the fan almost immediately. As I watch the show today, there are so many little details and nuances that I'd forgotten in the months since the trip.

As soon as we sat down for dinner, you can see how aggressive and extremely discontent Kim Richards was sitting among us, waiting for the slightest thing to provoke her anger. She looked at whoever was speaking with disdain, just waiting to challenge them. Yolanda was a gracious hostess, though, and tried to make the best of what appeared to be a rocky beginning to the night. I, for one, found Yolanda's suggestion that we each discuss something in our lives that has moved us deeply to be heartfelt and touching.

As I spoke of my own sister dying at age 21 of a sleeping pill and alcohol overdose when I was six years old, I really allowed myself to become vulnerable among these women. I trusted each of them to let me tell my story and perhaps allow my words to be a bonding experience, so I took the opportunity to once again apologize to Kim for overstepping a boundary of hers. Had I known that sharing a story so deeply rooted inside of me would cause Kim to lash out at Eileen, Kyle, and myself, I would have never opened my mouth and allowed us to be left open to her uncontrollable anger and spiteful words.

The insults she continued to hurl at Eileen were terribly disgusting and hurtful. To sit there and insult her physical appearance, call her a “beast,” and tell her to shut her f---ing mouth was just beyond. I mean, even to this day, all I can do is stare in wide-eyed horror and shake my head in disgust. As for Kyle, I wouldn’t presume to get in the middle of family matters, but I am horrified by the way Kim treats her. I can only hope they find a way to settle their differences because this is just so NOT OK.

I'm just glad that I didn't strangle her on the spot, mainly because I hear the food in jail sucks and orange is not my best color! 

Lisa Rinna

Again it was Yolanda who tried to bring a little dignity and class back into the conversation. Unfortunately, Kim twisted what Yolanda was trying to do into a deflection away from her own behavior and onto my husband and me. Where on earth did that come from? I am fiercely protective of my marriage and my family, and I'll be damned if I let someone as disturbed as she create false rumors about my husband. I think it's plain to see that Kim crossed the line. That was my "DO NOT F--- WITH ME" moment. You have just met my inner gangster! I'm just glad that I didn't strangle her on the spot, mainly because I hear the food in jail sucks and orange is not my best color! The crazy part is Kim has met HH once. One time. And that was the night of the poker party when she had taken one or two or 20 of Monty’s pain pills, so who knows what on earth was going through her mind when she met him or during that car ride from hell.

Look, I own the fact that I allowed myself to be provoked, and it was uncool to break a glass in the restaurant. It was not one of my finest moments, but there's only so much my inner gangster can take before she goes postal. It was all very draining, and by the time we got to our conversation the next morning, I was really over it and not looking for another fight. Besides, we were in Amsterdam for God's sake, and it was beautiful and I wasn't about to let Kim, of all people, ruin my short time there, so I stopped reminding Kim that I had, in fact, come directly to her with my concerns and just took the high road.

Chaos and anger aside, I really loved being in Amsterdam, especially with such a wonderful and generous tour guide as Yolanda. Riding bikes through her quaint village to the windmills was refreshing, cathartic, and good for the soul. The cake eating was pretty funny and then, of course, more drama ensued, which I couldn't get away from fast enough. I was in survival mode already just trying to get through the evening, let alone another five days.

More from Amsterdam next week...

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