It's just exhausting to watch the first part of this episode! I was so spent (and incredibly hungover) after our "fireball" shot night! It ends up I ate an entire bag of gummy raspberries that was part of the minibar! I, of course, had exercised self-control up to this point of the trip, but after God knows how many shots, I ate the whole bag! Needless to say, I had no plans going anywhere the morning after, let alone swimming with fish in a claustrophobic headpiece from the 1960s!
I have not yet commented on anything that is going on in Meghan's life when I am not present, but I was absolutely flabbergasted that she said Jim's second ex-wife was a "very unhappy person". As a stepmother and co-parent, I think that goes way below the belt. Not nice.
It was great to connect with Vicki on the beach. When David left me and moved out last June, Vicki dropped everything and took me to dinner to be there for me. I will never forget that because it was absolutely the worst day of my life. I had no recollection of my conversation with Vicki until I saw it on the episode. It brings up a lot of emotion in me. David's affair began a week or so before I actually met Heather, Tamra, and Vicki. I knew something very different was going on in my marriage when I first met Vicki, but never in my wildest dreams did I think that my husband was having an affair. What made it so difficult for me was that his mistress infiltrated my life, befriended me, and vocally displayed an interest in my marriage. That is the ultimate violation of the title of this episode "Girl Code". I thought I was gaining a friend, but she was basically acting, only interested in gathering information for the benefit of her affair with my husband.
But what is most important today is the current state of my marriage. David has chosen me. We are in an amazing place. And our family is happily living together as one unit. I am grateful for Vicki's friendship and appreciate that she has respected my request to not tell the other women about my painful experiences in the last year.
Our last night in Mo'orea. What is so hard to believe was that I was beginning to like Meghan on this night. When she, Lizzie, and I were at the table alone, a conversation came up that there were a lot of strong personalities in our group. I said that there were a lot of "pot stirrers". And the biggest pot stirrer of all was seen that night—Meghan King Edmonds. She made Tamra think I was trying to do something way bigger than was intended. Ridiculous. I played the telephone game when I was in elementary school.
Riding to our bungalows was so much fun! The girls ordered champagne for our "after party", but I don't drink it and ordered a vodka drink for the road. It got completely spilled with Tamra's crash into our cart! I am competitive! I was Vicki's wing man to get to the bungalows first and we did!!!
I have no words for Meghan's behavior after our golf cart race. I don't storm out when things are difficult (my marriage would be a good example). I walked away from her one time ever. She had no right to criticize me falsely and claim to know my patterns and character when she doesn't know me in the least. I ended up spending the rest of the evening with Tamra, Heather, and Vicki. All was good. And Lizzie was sitting with me the whole night—knowing I had no bad intent. Done defending what should never be defended.
I miss my husband and am excited to get home! We have not been apart for one night for the last seven months and I want to see him! He sent me the most thoughtful texts on our trip with creative uses of emojis!
Meghan's apology on our last night in Tahiti came after a lot of things you didn't see. Maybe they will come up in the reunion. But I appreciate the apology and look forward to moving on. But to be clear—an apology does not mean you are the bigger person.
Next week is emotional. I have no words to describe it. Until then...XO.