Greetings from blustery New York. I love it here, but I'm missing my men--furry and otherwise!
Well, this episode certainly created some chatter...So we reconvene at the Hamptons. I had dismissed the fact that all of the other women had left rather abruptly and knew it would be a battle that, if it came down to principle, I was correct and they could've handled it better, but it was supposed to be a celebratory weekend, and I can assure you the very thought of any friction was the furthest thing from my mind.
I can never remember words or terminologies exactly, but I can invariably recall the sentiment, and I am certain as I relaxed with Eileen at dinner after a long day I was enjoying dinner and engaging in casual conversation. I am guilty of asking questions to have a better understanding of the person that would be a friend or colleague.
Perhaps the terminology "affair" was misconstrued. It was not an exposé--this had been discussed twice previously. I expected Eileen to reminisce, to just elaborate on how she and Vinny ended up in a long marriage with a child together that ultimately was a "love affair." So we have lunch the next day, then dinner at Bethenny's, and there was no hint from Eileen that anything was bothering her, so the following day when she said she needed to talk to me (which is never a positive thing on Housewives, I can guarantee you), I was mystified.
I was taken aback. I watched this moment, and I saw how I said verbatim, "Oh darling I wouldn't want you to tell me anything you don't want to...I APOLOGIZE for asking too many questions." And she even inferred that maybe she was overly sensitive, and I quizzically reminded her that she could've said she didn't want to discuss it and feel free to ask me anything in return.
Isn't that the nature of the beast? Isn't the premise of showing our reality that we discuss our histories, our personal thoughts, our individual dynamics? Subjects have arisen over the last six years that have been sensitive. I remember Max asking me for the first time whether he had siblings, one of those rare moments that you forget you're not alone on this journey that we as a family embarked on. I embrace sharing our journey with you.
Anyway, seeing Yolanda lying in bed as David called and thanked me for the flowers was poignant. David tried to bring some levity to the situation by joking. At the time, as he was by her side, I understood it. Now, not so much.
I have not one iota of knowledge in what was the catalyst of the demise of their marriage. Maybe time will tell, but it saddens me to see what eventually transpired. I felt they belonged together--through thick and thin.
I am on my way to the airport, ready to go home as I hurriedly pen this! Thank you for watching...Until next week...As always Love Lisa.