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Let’s talk reality. I’m so tired of friends not standing up and supporting one another when they know the truth. This week’s episode makes it look like I wasn’t keeping track of my precious Kennedy. Nothing could be further from the truth. And Kyle knows it.
It was Friday, the day of Kim’s nose unveiling party and I had meetings scheduled through the afternoon. Kennedy was to be spending the weekend with her grandparents in Orange County. My nanny was instructed to stop by Kyle’s house prior to meeting my mother to pick up Kennedy’s iPad. She had left it there during a playdate with Portia and the girls a few days prior.
When Kennedy and the nanny stopped by, Kyle suggested Kennedy go with she and Portia to Kim’s event so they could play together. Kyle and I live in the same neighborhood and Kennedy and I are very close with their family. She really enjoys playing and having sleepovers there. She is an only child at our house and being that it is just the two of us now, it can be pretty quiet at times. She loves being around Kyle’s girls and their friends and feeling like she’s part of a big family at times. The relationship has been a true blessing for us both during the last year and a half. I want her to feel love from as many people as possible.
Kyle is one of my closest friends and she truly has been like a second mom to Kennedy. The nanny was very aware of the strong bond between our families and knew I would have complete confidence having Kennedy with Kyle and family. She made the decision to let Kennedy stay without consulting me. She did let my mother know that Kennedy was with Kyle and would be coming down to O.C. in the morning. I was not called which was unacceptable. My mother assumed I had approved the change in plans.
As you can imagine, I was shocked on the phone to hear Kennedy was at Kim’s because that was not the specific instruction and plan we had for the weekend. I take my responsibility for Kennedy more seriously than anything. Kyle knows this well, and I am hurt she didn’t communicate this and the facts of the evening when the girls were discussing it at the table at Kim’s.
I don’t find myself that interesting on a daily basis but clearly Marisa does, considering she can’t resist talking about me in the press and blogging about me. Marisa doesn’t know me and doesn’t know Kennedy. I don’t know her and don’t find her interesting enough to want to. She has no business talking about my child. Adrienne was a friend for years and does know how seriously I take the care and parenting of my daughter. I am furious she sat there at the table and didn’t say a thing to support me or defend me. I am not surprised considering her lack of support for both Kennedy and me over the last few years, just disappointed. . .again.
As we are seeing this year, seems to be a trend. Hopefully, things will become clear in the next episode.
As for my being “tipsy” when I phoned, I was. I had been at a business meeting all afternoon and then met my friend, business advisor (and ultimately my boyfriend), John at the Peninsula hotel for a late lunch. He and I had just resolved yet another of the challenges I had been left with and we decided it was worthy of a champagne toast (or two).
It was a gorgeous, sunny day on the Peninsula rooftop in Beverly Hills; we were poolside enjoying champagne and each other’s company. We had closed another chapter on the stressful life I had lived for several years. I was starting to breathe again and we were falling in love. Coincidentally, some of our friends were there and we spent the afternoon talking and laughing, something I hadn’t done enough of in the last year. As the late afternoon turned into early evening, I was confronted with making a choice. A friend had called John to see if he wanted to go to Colorado on his jet that evening. He invited me to join him for a weekend of bike riding (I was training for a century ride.) The only thing I was staying in LA for was the “nose party.” Hmmm. . .private jet to Beaver Creek with the man I am falling in love with or a nose job unveiling party. . .you decide.
And besides, as Kennedy later asked me, “Why are we celebrating Kim’s nose?” I mean honestly, if I went to a party for every friend that gets a plastic surgery in Beverly Hills, I would never sleep.
When I saw Kim at the White Party, she acted as though I missed her wedding. Seriously. . .there is nothing appealing about watching someone remove bandages from their nose. I am a grown damn woman and I do not have to explain my relationships, the depths of them or “when I am going to see him again” to anyone. I lived through five years of stress and spent the last year angry at the world unable to pinpoint why. I now understand that is part of grieving but let me tell you it sucks to be “Angry Spice” all the time! I was starting to feel like me again, the old me, long before my marriage began. I was reminded of how happiness could feel and I didn’t need Kim Richards’ approval, still don’t.
Side note. . .I am obsessed with the necklace and earrings Lisa wore to the White Party. Gorgeous! She rocked it.
I could barely contain myself when Lisa was explaining to Adrienne that she leaves a human stain wherever she sits. We all spray tan and this doesn’t happen to us. Perhaps Kyle should save the cover on her white formal chair and years from now, archeologists may think they have discovered another Shroud of Turin.
Maybe Kyle should change the name of the White Party to the Dark Party, more appropriate name for the last three years for sure! When Brandi, Paul and Adrienne sat down, I knew things were going to heat up. Our group of friends is passionate on this topic. “Friends don’t sue friends; they don’t threaten to sue friends.” I have had enough attorneys in my life in the last year and a half to tell you for a fact, attorneys don’t send threatening letters without direction from their clients. End of story! There is a letter so how the hell did that happen? Paul was so aggressive talking to Brandi, Dwight, and Ken, it reminded me of the Shakespearean line “Methinks thou dost protest too much.”
Until next week when Kim decides she is now Dr. Drew!