Cast Blog: #RHONY

I'll Do Me

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

I'll Do Me

Heather wonders why no one could enjoy the idyllic scenery of St. Barths and explains why the double date upset her.

If it is me, me, me, me…then I am just going to do me too.

This week concludes the vacation that one can refer to as the “Week from Hell.” Can you imagine, given the absolutely idyllic setting we found ourselves in, that we could not just have fun together!? Well, if you thought that was possible -- then you don’t know this group of ladies.

At the beginning of this episode, I learned that Aviva and Carole had planned to go on a separate double date to dinner that excluded all of the other women -- including myself. To say that I was bummed to hear that is what they were doing would be an understatement. Part of the hurt comes from that fact that I left behind my family and my business to go down to St. Barths to spend time and bond with the ladies as a group. Many of you are working moms just like me, so you know the logistics that go into coordinating a trip. My husband Jon is amazing, but he is a partner in a commercial real estate firm and has heavy obligations too, so I have to work out extra time for my kids and our wonderful nanny, and then there are all the details with Yummie. It is a lot to leave for seven days on holiday and it's the rare that I would ever even do it. The other part of my disappointment came from the fact that Aviva and Carole were my girls.

And the one-on-one time I was having with Carole was special. I agree with Carole that it does become difficult to create true friendships when you reach a certain age. I read an interesting article in the New York Times awhile back that I am reminded of and encourage you all to check out here. It touches on how we make our closest friends earlier in life. . .at college and in our 20s.

So, off we go to lunch and no time was wasted getting into it. Aviva again with her pleading for attention and desire for accolades for flying to St. Barths, it was exhausting! Where is the cool Aviva? COME BACK! The Samonja didn’t stop either with the hen pecking. The continuous reliving of the flight on the small plane sends Carole into a painful recollection of John and Caroline's devastating crash -- one that was felt around the world. And simply, just where are everyone’s manners today? I am an easy going girl when it comes to etiquette, (notice my potty mouth at the table), but this is ridiculous. Ladies, let’s just sit down and eat!?

Finally, I get up too and find Carole and Aviva getting pedicures instead of getting this lunch on already and discussing said “double date.” And at this point I am ready to throw in the towel. Rather than stick around and scream, I am out. I literally WALK home, grab my book and a towel, and go to the beach to do me, and just chillax!

Carole is always included in my plans when Russ is out of town and I am always considerate that he is often on the road. But I have had enough of this crazy tail chasing everyone is doing. I am not going to participate in this foolish game of musical chairs or any further shouting matches. I am making my point clear by opting out and it feels right to me. When Carole does come down to Saline Beach to check in on me, I am happy. I don't like to hold onto anger and especially now with Carole. A little “adult time out” with just the two of us and a yummie seawater swim really did the trick.

I am seeing with you viewers the scene with Aviva and Sonja fighting in the kitchen for the first time tonight. Wow, isn’t it interesting how quickly a conversation can spiral out of control? And talk about spiraling out of control, our Sonja needs to get a handle on her consumption of the spirits. We all love the grape, but she is letting loose on another level so I am going to attribute some of the crazy to that, but I cannot excuse Aviva for her inability to “let the damn plane ride go!” Take the Ferry next time, girl!

We wake up on the last day to be greeted by a set up of massages, manicures, and pedicures. The royal treatment all arranged by Carole! I am in heaven! It is complete perfection on every level. We luxuriate and I ignore the drama. I am focusing on myself again today. And after all that pampering, Carole has organized a ride to the pier for sunset cocktails followed by Russ’ concert.

I missed this during the moment, but watching the episode with you, I realize that Aviva pays me the nicest compliment on the ride to the pier. We are discussing the Ramona situation, hers not mine, and she turns to me and says in reference to how I dealt with Ramona’s wrath, “You are a lot stronger than I am.” And, I just realized that maybe I am, and maybe I need to back off Aviva a little. Maybe I can just be that strong woman and let these ladies have their moments. And when the going gets too rough, I can always just do me again. The concert was nothing short of amazing. I am only sad you guys don't get to see it. Russ is so talented. I encourage you all to check out Russ Irwin! We arrive back at the house for our last dinner to find Sonja and Ramona doing what they love best. . .wine. LuAnn, Carole, Aviva and I sit down and basically beg those two to pull it together and come for a bite. It is our last dinner at this amazing house and despite all the ups and downs we want everyone there. After some primping and packing and overall silliness, they finally make it to the table.

We eat and then I concoct the idea to lighten the mood with a midnight, “Goodbye St. Barths” swim. So I am in first. . .followed quickly by Carole, Lu, and Aviva! Sonja. . .and let me be clear: I love this woman. . .strips down and jumps in. No one can accuse Sonja of being a party pooper that is for sure! Ramona is coming up with every reason in the book not to join in the fun so Carole and I make a plan. Carole will distract her by having her pass a drink while I go into the kitchen and wham. . .I hip check her into the big drink!! Like I said on the show, the entire trip was worth it for that moment alone! Hehe! And Ramona is a great sport. We are all like a bunch of school girls. The trip was rough and we had some highs and lows, but we ended on the highest of highs with laughter all together.

As always, thank you for all of your support and feedback. You make being on the show so rewarding for me. To learn more about me and my shapewear, go to Facebook, YummieLife.com, and HeatherThomson.net. You can also enjoy 10 percent off your next Yummie Tummie order by entering code "Iamheathert10" at check out. Don't forget to follow me on Twitter at @iamHeatherT and please visit DonateLife.net to sign up to become an organ and tissue donor.

Love you all,
Heather

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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