I should have seen it coming. I write about marriage, so I’m accused of cheating. If I wrote about gardening, I’d be accused of planting plastic trees. I should write about friendship, something like, “The friends you make as a lonely teenager are not necessarily who you want in your life later on.” I thought I was being a good friend keeping ties long after we’d grown apart. Good intentions can get you stabbed in the back. It hurt to live through it, and to watch it play out. I’m still a bit in shock.
I’m not going to defend myself against what was said about me. I’m innocent of every disgusting thing those scheming ladies cooked up about me. I know who I am, and what I’ve done. My family and friends know it too. Like I said in the episode, I don’t like to put everything on Teresa and I DON’T. But there is something to be said about the company you keep. And when an accusation as disgusting as giving BJs is being discussed on national TV about your own sister-in-law, no matter how much you “don’t like her,” I think what most people would do is: immediately get up and walk away, reach out to their family to give them the heads up since the last time this happened it caused such a divide, and maybe not tweet that “It was a good night” so that your brother and his wife don’t think that you enjoyed hearing this.