This season has been a tough one. I've said some things that really pissed people off. Oh, I did that last year, too!
Let's talk about accountability.
I hold myself accountable--not you--not the women--myself.
I hold myself accountable for saying the word and definition of Munchausen.
I hold myself accountable for asking questions and trying to understand what Yolanda was going through and questioning her Instagram posts and feeling like there was something else going on not being shared with us.
I hold myself accountable for calling Erika a pussy and pre-judging her in any way, shape or form. Turns out she’s the bomb.
I hold myself accountable for calling Lisa Vanderpump out on her manipulations. I gave my power away to LVP. I’m taking it back.
I hold myself accountable for not enabling Kim Richards. Yeah it was tough--love. Yes, love! I’ve learned this much about addiction: Enabling is not loving.
I hope I've grown from this experience. I am not perfect. I f--- up. I don't always say or do the politically correct thing. I’ve hurt people. I don't like to hurt people. I’ve learned my words hurt, and I must be careful with my honesty.
I have a very sensitive bullsh-- meter. I don't like injustice. I don't like dishonesty. It can make my blood boil and, yes, enrage me.
I am a work in progress.
If I've made you laugh, that would make me happy. If I've made you feel something, anything, I take that as I've done my job well.
At the end of the day, all of our feelings and opinions are valid.
We all deserve the same respect and validity of these feelings, and I am learning every day to look at each one of these women with compassion and empathy. I do care about all of them in spite of what you have seen.
To end, I'd like to honor my father who passed away January 21st 2016 at 2:45pm.
I miss him.
This was his favorite Frank Sinatra song.
It says it all...
And now, the end is near
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain
I've lived a life that's full
I've traveled each and every highway
But more, much more than this
I did it my way.
Regrets, I've made a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption
I planned each charted course
Each careful step along the byway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all, when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all and I stood tall
And did it my way
I've loved, I've laughed and cried
I've had my fill my share of losing
And now, as tears subside, I find it all
To think i did all that
And may I say, not in a shy way
Oh, no oh no not me, I did it my way.
For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught
To say the thing he truly feels and not the words
Of one who kneels
The record shows I took the blows and did it my way
Yes it was my way..........
Love, Lisa Rinna AKA “Wanker” xoxo