What is really there to say? Every year I hope for the best when it comes to our holiday trip to the Berkshires, but this year was probably the worst yet. I'm still trying to piece it together and get my head around it all. It's not bad enough that my home was treated like a hangout for a rock concert, but even worse, once again, Bethenny Frankel felt uncomfortable, was treated horribly by Ramona Singer, and had to leave. What's going on?! This is my home, my legacy from my husband, and I don't just love it, I CHERISH IT. I think the final blow was seeing Sonja Morgan in the silk PJ set given to me by my late husband. She just helped herself to it without ever asking for permission. Talk about entitlement. Then Sonja has the nerve to talk poorly about Tinsley Mortimer manners?! The whole thing is nutty, bizarre, hurtful, absurd, and delusional. We are grown women, mothers, and wives!
I was so happy for the first time to go back to NYC. Carole Radziwill event was AMAZING, and she (all of her) looked amazing. I especially noted her perfectly shaped breasts!
I am hoping for an apology from both Ramona and Sonja, but I'm not holding my breath. I am really reevaluating if I should let it all go and let the whole Berkshire trip be a thing of the past. But what's next? They'll burn my house down?!
Luckily, I have the house back in order and have installed security cameras throughout the house!