First off I want to say that the Texas trip looked like a blast. I'm a jeans and T-shirt type of girl with five pairs of cowboy boots that I never get to wear. I personally would rather be at a BBQ restaurant than at any fancy restaurant or hotel. The food looked so yummy and that cobbler...OMG! I felt bad for Alexis when she talked about her eating disorder, because now I can really see signs of it in her personality. Alexis was my daughter Sidney's age when her parents divorced, and I kept thinking about Sidney and wondering how she is internally processing everything. We had the kids in therapy for a while, but Alexis' comment made think it was time to go back and see how they are doing a year later. I talk with them once a week about how they are feeling and what they thinking. But sometimes a therapist can get them to say so much more. I make a lot of smart a-- comments in my interviews, and I think the comment about Alexis being anorexic was in bad taste, especially now that I know what she has gone through.
I would not feel right not saying something about Alexis' comments on gay marriage, so here I go. Considering a huge number of our very loyal fans and followers come from the gay community, I am shocked to hear her comments and opinions about gay marriage and same-sex partnerships. This is 2011 and the majority of this amazing free country we are blessed to live in is rooting for equality and peace among all races, backgrounds, and sexual orientations. I sure hope she can educate herself and find room in her heart to be more understanding about what true love means.
This was a hard episode for me to watch. It brought me back to a very dark place in my life that still seems to bring me to tears. Before I moved out of my apartment, we shared custody of our dog, Bella. The house I moved into did not allow dogs. I had looked at many houses, and I could not pass up this house. It was on a great street close to the kids school, less than a mile from Simon's house, and it was the right price. So I told Simon that Bella would have to be with him full time after I moved. He had no problem with it at first. We agreed I would help out when I had the kids, and we would pick up Bella for a couple hours and take her for a walk or go to the park.
That night something must of happened with the dog, and he was mad. I was in the kitchen, the girls were in their room, and Spencer was downstairs In the living room. It was about 9:00 at night, and I heard a pounding on the front door. Spencer jumped up to get it, and I was yelling, "Don't open the door," as he was opening it. I had no idea who would be pounding on the door that late. Spencer opened the door, and the rest is history. I called my attorney, and he told me to file a report. This was not the first time something like this had happened, and I needed it on paper. I didn't call 911, I called the local police station and told them what happened and asked if I could come down the next morning and file a report. They said they could send an officer over in twenty minutes who could help me.
My biggest fear was getting the kids in the middle of this mess. I went to their rooms and told them a little white lie. I said that the landlord was mad at me, because the dog was not supposed to be there, and that he was sending a cop over to talk to me so they had to stay in their rooms.