Cast Blog: #RHONY

The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly

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

The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly

Heather shares her new-found love for Ramona and wonders which Aviva made it to St. Barths.

Where does one begin on this week’s episode? I think maybe with a refreshing change...

I am beginning to recognize in all sincerity that Ramona is actually funny. She is also being nice to me -- so maybe that the difference, I don't know? And I don't know why she has turned this corner with me although I have my suspicions, but I must say, it's nice to be in the vacation photos! I am actually finding Ramona and Sonja together quite entertaining. While they are a lot to handle, they have been harmless in their fun and a source of a lot of laughs in St. Barth's -- they are on vacation after all and they a real frick and frack team. They balance each other’s quirky characters and they celebrate each other’s flaws. Like a modern day Laurel and Hardy, they are Somonja. Forevermore!

Our resident mascot, bad boy/Johnny Depp look alike, Thomas (or Tomas -- remember he’s French and we don't pronounce the "s") is one smooth operator, a "serial charmer" if you will. And, I think it's fair to say we all flirted with him at least once. It's easy and he gives it right back to you. I call him "greasy,” but one can't argue...he's a hottie and he certainly is good at it. The charade going on with he and LuAnn, and Ramona and Sonja is like watching a game of cat and mouse and for Sonja -- its game on and like I said...We have a winner!

Aviva’s arrival to the house can be described in a word, as unfortunate. It did start out great with presents and all, but it quickly spiraled down to a dark place. Maybe the trip onto the island was much harder on Aviva than any of us anticipated, and her tirade against Ramona certainly seems to stem from more than a crass comment or two but how Sonja got wrapped into it all is a shame. Sonja was always supportive of Aviva when it came to coming or not coming to the island and she was gracious and honest with Reid upon his arrival -- topless or not, who cares? Whether Aviva condones the behavior she witnessed in Miami or she doesn't, it is hard to support the name calling that took place. For me it felt like, 'Who are you? And what have you done with Aviva?"

Humility and forgiveness are good qualities -- relentless intolerance, mixed in with name calling, demands and yelling. . .not so much. Sometimes you've just got to re-focus the energy toward something else before the anger gets the best of you. . .The Aviva that I have gotten to know is confident, glamorous, and a true class act. The Aviva that came to St. Barths was twisted up from jump, relentless, and unexpected.

A hug is a really good way to ground someone and to bring peace and I think both applied to Aviva. As a matter of fact, I think everyone needs a hug right now. I only wonder if Reid wants a hug? Or, does he want to be anointed as martyr, or maybe, he just wants to be left alone? My interpretation is the latter. . .Reid doesn’t need the attention of Samonja as much as any of us thought Aviva would need or expect a red carpet rollout or a marching band to greet her. Encouraging does not equal begging, and while I am glad Aviva is here, I only ever wanted her to be here for herself, to face her fears and enjoy the benefit of it and, if she didn't come we would have supported that too. Carole and I have been her encouragers, her supporters, her friends, but there was no begging by any means. I was proud of Ramona for apologizing to try to diffuse things for once. I didn't think she had it in her! I am finally seeing the side of Ramona that Aviva told me about, the good side. And, Aviva well. . .I guess she is seeing something different. Unfortunately, it's at the cost of us all.

My relationship with Carole only strengthens even from a distance. From the very first episode when I brought Carole to Sonja's townhouse, the two of us have been thrown into the mix of all the estrogen, navigating our new relationships, and through it all we found the time to connect and bond with each other on a deeper level. First of all, I am a rock ‘n’ roll fanatic and Russ is a serious rock ‘n’ roller (aka musician), who I happen to thoroughly enjoy, so does my husband -and Carole and I easily get each other on many levels. The moment that we shared on the boat together talking about the passing of her late husband Anthony was one I will never forget. We laid there on the bow in the idyllic, sunny setting with teary eyes. And we were silent. If you can be in that moment of quiet with someone and be comfortable in that silence, then you know you are true friends. Sometimes silence is all you need.

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. See you next week back in St. Barth's for the final hoo-rah!!

xx 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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