Cast Blog: #RHONY

Unconditional Love

Ramona on Her Divorce From Mario

Carole on Elitists and Bitches

Heather Says That's a Wrap

Sonja: Don't Take Yourself Too Seriously

The Countess: Sonja and I Are on the Outs

Aviva Says Bye for Now

Kristen on Surviving Her First Season

LuAnn: For Ramona Ignorance Is Bliss

Who Cares How Carole Wrote Her Book?

Carole on Stupid Things You've Heard on Bravo

Aviva's "Foul Ignorance"

Kristen: Ramona's Out of Touch with Reality

Sonja Is Very Private

Ramona on the Grueling Reunion

LuAnn: Sonja Is Off the Rails

Heather: Et tu Ramona Singer?

Aviva on Kristen's "Gatemouth" Look

Kristen: Sonja Could Be Successful

Sonja's Glad Aviva Threw Her Leg

Carole: Waiter, We're Done

Ramona: Aviva's Leg Scared All of Us

Heather Focuses on What Matters

LuAnn: Sonja Only Has Herself to Blame

What Else Does Aviva Have in That Bag?

Aviva: Leggy Blonde

God Gave me a Great Ass and His Approval

Sonja on Her Harry Situation with LuAnn

Ramona: Where Did the Time Go With Avery?

Heather Tips to Plan a Party for Carole

Aviva Rises Above the Nonsense

Love Kristen Tender

Sonja and Harry Aren't Good for Each Other

Ramona: Mario's Voice Is So Sexy

Aviva Defends Her Asthma

Heather's Sasha Fierce Moment

Nothing Is Too Romantic for Sonja

LuAnn: I Sing When I Feel Like Singing

Kristen: This Show Has Helped My Marriage

Carole: Oh Beautiful for Spacious Skies. . .

Ramona: Just Don't Ask Me to Go Every Year

Unconditional Love

Ramona talks about her relationship with her daughter, Avery, and recaps the showdown between Jill and Bethenny.

 

I was touched and surprised that Bethenny told Alex first about her engagement. I did not realize how close they had become. I am getting to know Alex better and now I do understand why Bethenny would reach out to her. Alex is happy, grounded and secure. She is not threatened or intimidated by someone else's success or achievements. I find myself calling Alex and updating her and she with me on what is going on with our lives. Who knew this would happen?! It just shows you can renew a friendship at any time and I am so happy I did with her.

I have to tell you, I got choked up again watching my scene with Avery. I cannot believe what a wonderful young lady she has turned out to be. I really did not have a lot of love in my household growing up When I had Avery I could not believe the feelings that overcame me when I held her in my arms. I have never experienced that depth of emotion. It was like waves of love crashing against my heart. This is what I meant when I said to Avery, "You taught me what love is." I am becoming more open with my daughter and exposing my emotions more. I really wanted her to have a major part in renewing my vows with Mario, and I wanted her to understand why this was important to me. My greatest achievement in life is my daughter Avery. I am truly blessed to have her. She really has taught me what unconditional love is, and has helped me open my heart and take emotional risks. My life would be so different without her and I thank God everyday for bringing her into life. Even though I love Mario tremendously, anyone who has a child will tell you how different the love you have towards your child is

There could not have been a more perfect time than the Gotham party for Jill to bridge the gap with Bethenny. For goodness sake, last year all summer long Jill was helping Bethenny lick her wounds over her breakup. Bethenny was thinking she may never find the right man and Jill was there the whole time consoling her. How could Jill not go over and congratulate Bethenny?! I was so upset when I saw how hurt Bethenny was over Jill's lack of acknowledgment. This was never aired and was edited out, but I went running over to Jill as fast as I could and said, "Bethenny is leaving. She is so hurt and upset by you! She's crying; you must go over now before she leaves!" Jill kept saying to me, "No, I have to wait for Bobby." I do not know why she needed him. I was freaking and telling her that if she didn't go talk with Bethenny, their relationship might never be repaired. I went home so upset that night. Poor Bethenny was hysterical in the car with Mario and I on the way home. It should have been one of her happiest nights ever and Jill ruined it.

 

Sonja is a spitfire and I really enjoy her candidness. She embraces life wholeheartedly and has no pretenses. Though we were very friendly many years ago we never had time to become close friends. We were single, dating, jet setting all around, and already had too many friends to count. It will be interesting to see how our friendship develops now that we have reconnected and can spend more time together.

I got a huge kick of seeing Kelly with her girls. I thought the whole scene was adorable. Kelly, I learned, is great one on one, but if there is more than one adult in her company, things go amiss. I for one know when cooking pancakes on a stove top and not on a preheated griddle it takestwo to three tries to get the temperature right in the frying pan. You always have to throw the first couple out, or in Kelly's case, give to the horses!

Learn more about me on www.ramonasinger.com! Social networking is what it's all about, so I tried to make my website this year better. Hope you like it!

Carole on Elitists and Bitches

Carole says what she really thinks of Aviva and all of her talk about her book and things being "ghetto."

Dear Fans,

Let me start with something I stole it from Twitter this week. "The most dangerous liars are those who think they are telling the truth."

I'll say it again. The blonde at the end of the right couch, the one who's prone to lobbing limbs and insults, is an Insulting. Bitch. Some of you didn't believe me. Maybe some of you still don't. But after watching the reunion shows I imagine it's harder and harder to cheer for the anti-hero. Just when you think she can't get any faker she does.

The story according to Aviva makes me laugh: We were arguing, she insulted me, I called her a psychopath and that prompted her to affectionately compliment me on my age. Sure. Her disdain for the intelligence of the audience is palpable. It was too stupid for me to even reply. But as I was watching the reunion, and particularly Aviva and the way she treats people, I was reminded of something my Grandma Millie used to say. (I love everything Grandma Millie used to say.) "At 25, you have the face you're born with. At 45 you have the face you deserve."

I'd rather be 50 and me than be 45 and Aviva, any day of the week. She aged worse this season than a president in his first term. Holy short dress, I don't mind at all how I look. Overbite and all. I'll take it.

When I first met Aviva she was lovely. Really lovely. I meant what I said on the couch, I wish we had seen more of that. Her easy laugh and funny neurotic ways. Instead all we saw was a mean and angry woman. All because I asked her if she hired a writer -- a writer she did hire. It makes no sense. Three years ago she told me she'd read my memoir, What Remains. This was a book published in 2006 about my childhood, my family, my career and marriage, and then the death of my husband, Anthony Radziwill. A man I loved more than anyone I had loved before or have loved since. She gushed over my book. She quoted from it. We hugged. She seemed so sincere. Flash forward and she now believes it was written by a ghostwriter. She even knew his name, and it wasn't Truman Capote. It was Bill Whitworth, she told me. She repeated this over and over to anyone who would listen. And it doesn't matter how many times she repeats it -- it will never make it true.

When they stopped listening she started saying in the press and on social media that not only was my book written by someone else but that it was not my place to have written a book about my life, and my marriage. And, as if I didn't remember, she reminded me that I'd written about people who had died. Um, yeah. I know. It was my husband and my family and my closest friend who died. Just. . .wow. But I wasn't important enough to tell my story because my husband's family was famous, or historic or whatever she said. Because they had money and privilege and yachts. Really. Who do I think I am?

I’ll tell you. I’m a girl from upstate New York who grew up in a loving, if sometimes kooky, Italian working class family. I worked for everything I earned, just like my parents did and their parents before them. I have a proud family history of hard work and small but precious rewards that followed. My family won't be in any history books. I didn't grow up privileged. We didn't spend summers in Europe or Christmas in Palm Beach. A day spent at the town pool or playing in the woods behind our house was great. Much like Heather, I was taught strong values and decent manners. I learned to live with integrity and honesty. I'm proud of my upbringing and the woman I became, as was my husband. As is his family to this very day. I've known people who lived in what Aviva would consider the "ghetto" who have more class and decency than she shows.

All this talk about class and ghetto -- you'd think we were living in communist Russia. Here is the thing. This is America. In our country it doesn't matter a lick where you are from, it only matters where you're going. So don’t let anyone tell you that you aren't good enough because you didn’t grow up on Park Avenue or in a family that had some history, or because you enjoy saying mother-f---er now and then. I’ve met people from all walks of life. I spent time in refugee camps in Southeast Asia, and in the projects of Chicago. I've been to State dinners with Presidents. I met the Queen of England on a beach in Anguilla. No one is any more valuable or important than you are. No one is more important than your family and your friends.

Let the elitists go slow into the night.

In spite of the BookGate dust up I had a great time this season. I made wonderful new friends in LuAnn and Kristen and my friendship with Heather is more special and important to me than I could have ever imagined just three years ago. Friends have each other's backs. I love her, madly. And while we didn't always act appropriately, we had a lot of laughs. I hope you did too.

Thank you all for your supportive and funny and brilliant tweets. And while we didn't all agree on everything all of the time I enjoyed your participation in the show. Even the mean tweets about my skinny neck and my overbite were amusing. Like I said, I've stolen some tweets already. You may see others as dialogue in my next book, and yes, you can all say you were my ghostwriters.

As always,

With love, Writer Girl xoxo

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