“Move on,” says the woman who still calls herself a Countess more than a half-decade after her marriage ended. If she was going for comedy, I’d laugh. Really, I would. We’d all laugh, but she isn’t.
“Moving on” is a concept invented by Housewives. Housewives who behave so appallingly all they can do is say they are moving on, preferably in a place where everyone can hear them. To stay put and acknowledge that their actions have consequences and to accept responsibility is simply too painful for this particular brand of narcissist. And not only do they say they’ve moved on, they actually brag about it. They are proud of their ability to move on. “Look how evolved I am,” they seem to be saying, “I can simply move on without regrets.” LOL. It’s Housewife speak for: I said something rude and don’t want to admit it by apologizing or even risk bringing it up again but I am obligated to see you so I’ll say I’ve moved on. The fans and viewers of the show are not stupid. Delusion and denial does not equal an apology.
But “The Housewife Narcissist” is committed to her superficiality. She banks on her ability to scratch her surface and see only more surface. THN doesn’t live in the past -- for her there is no past because you are accountable for your past –- the good, the bad, and the ugly. For THN there is only, “What am I doing right now?” THN has a lifetime of experience running from one relationship to the next, one friend to another. Running from taking responsibility for what they do and what they say without ever looking back to witness the destruction they leave in their wake. They are always pointing their fingers toward someone else. Moving on.
Reality check, ladies. Your actions and your choices are yours alone.
Who calls a friend a pedophile -- after making light of her having no children -– who continues with a list of misogynistic bullshit and then moves on without a modicum of regret or apology? Who continued to trash-talk me, my boyfriend, and my business until the very day, eight months later, when the cameras were turned back on and suddenly THN was chasing me around a birthday party with a hula-hoop asking me to move on with her. Thing is, I had moved on, long ago. I didn’t need her apology but I couldn't believe she didn’t give one. Unlike THN, I live in the real world where it’s impossible to accept an imaginary apology.
To quote my mentor and idol, Taylor Swift, “Band-aids don’t fix bullet holes and she says sorry just for show.” Get it? Wink, Wink… #realgirlcode