Hello again! Another week, another episode, another blog -- Where does the time go?
I’m having some trouble with this week’s blog. There are so many thoughts running through my mind, and I have such strong feelings about what you saw in this episode, but quite frankly I’m sick of it. I was sick of it then, and I’m even sicker of it now. But, I suppose I have to address it, right?
First let me tell you that whatever comes out of my mouth I mean. If I looked angry I was. If I looked bored, I was. If I looked frustrated, I was. If I looked happy, I was. I know that we speak about my body going through “changes,” but let me make something very clear; in no way shape or form will I ever use this as an excuse for my comments or behavior. If I behaved like a bitch, it was most likely because I was a bitch. There, I said it. In true bitch fashion by the way.
Clearly my attitude towards Teresa has changed and with good reason. I won’t be a soldier in her army. Again, Jacqueline and I were brought into a situation to “fix” things. I found out very early on this was nothing more than a war tactic on Teresa’s part. Remember, there were never supposed to be sides -- Teresa clearly states in this episode that Jacqueline needs to “pick a side.” I ask you this -- Why? Why do we have to pick a side? I assessed and made a decision not to enlist. I don’t like war, and if my approach seems less than loyal to some viewers, all I can say is I am what I am and it is what it is. I stand by my decision. We are all entitled to our own opinion, that’s what makes the world go round, right? Having said that, I can fully respect and understand anyone’s view; whether you love me or hate me, it’s yours to do and think what you wish. For those that understand, thank you, for those who don’t, no hard feelings.