We agreed to go to the Eldridge to support Kelly, but the last thing I wanted to do was be around Jill, who was bouncing around on the banquette like a five-year-old. Simon took my wingman request as a directive to go right over to Jill and sit underneath her. LOL. I was not in the mood and it was the end of a long day, so I grabbed my man by the wings and vamoosed.
By the time Bethenny’s father died, there had been multiple reports of his illness, that he had retreated, and that he had let his staff go. It was online and on Google Alerts. I thought it was really disingenuous that Jill pretended not to be aware that he was dying. I thought it was pretty horrific that at 4pm that day, Jill texted me asking if I had heard he’d died. Yes, I knew. By 4pm, everyone knew. I didn’t appreciate getting a gossipy text about someone dying, particularly when Jill and I hadn’t spoken for weeks. I didn’t like it that Jill was being a nosy busybody, telling people how they should react and what they should be feeling (which she does all the time, to everyone) … and all the anger I felt toward her just spewed out. I asked Kelly to move; she wouldn’t. She insisted on staying between us. I couldn’t stop myself; I let Jill have it. I then got up, walked out and nearly took the wine glass with me – luckily I managed to give it back to Jen on the way out. Side bar – Jen’s apartment is beautiful – too bad we didn’t get to see more of it.
I don’t want to be back in high school – I don’t like to compete among women or friends, only in business. I put my family and work first, and I have never attacked anyone else’s husband or children. The same cannot be said for Jill. She needs to take a long, hard look in the mirror.
On that note, I’m racing out of here to go raise some $$ for Housing Works. Happy Mother’s Day to all you moms out there; hope it’s a great weekend!