I want to start with the positive, amazing moment we are having with Delilah Belle walking in her very first fashion show for Tommy Hilfiger for New York Fashion Week. What a thrill it is to watch your child work hard and make her dreams come true. We had so much fun getting ready walking the halls, or shall I say strutting the halls getting her ready. She had never walked in a show, and this was one of the biggest shows ever. I am so beyond proud.
It was great to sit and have lunch with Camille in New York. I got the chance to share how I was feeling, and she has been there and done that, so it's was nice to be open and honest with someone who can relate.
Now, let's revisit Game Night.
All of the unnecessary drama that unfolded could have 100% been avoided if Kim had not inserted herself into our conversation. Everything was going great that night until Kim got involved. Our conversation had nothing to do with her. When I watch the episode back, I could see Kim’s wheels were turning. She was dying to get a word in, to find the perfect time to start trouble with me yet again, push my buttons, and to try to make me look like a crazy person for reacting to her. Kim’s intentions were to provoke and bait me. I took the bait, and we all saw what went down after that. Unfortunately, she succeeded, and I played right into her hands. She was aggressive, and yes, she was derogatory toward me and Eileen. If Kim had not done that, we would not be here right now.
Cut to the day after Game Night when I met up with Eden, who, by the way, is the only sober woman to ever call Kim out on her sh--. That was cool.
Did I know Eden? Well no, I had just met her for the first time on the show. We were not friends before. I had met her parents, of course, but I had only known her for a little while. I truly felt like we connected. I liked her, I felt like I could trust her. Boy, was I stupid.
Let us be very clear here that Eden asked me how she could help out in this situation as a sober woman. I told her I really wanted to move on and heal what had gone down between Kim and me.
For the first time in a long time, I felt genuine hope that perhaps Eden Sassoon could be some sort of beacon of peace and wisdom for both Kim and me to help heal our relationship. But as we know, hindsight is 20/20. I put way too much trust and confidence into this brand new friendship. I do recall saying prior to this that I felt I could go deep rather quickly with her. I cringe thinking how I did just that.
I honestly don’t know how it went from me opening up to Eden and trusting her to me being the bad guy so quickly. I confided in Eden about my upset, unresolved feelings from Game Night, and I felt very safe with Eden, a sober woman of four years, and I let my guard down.
If Eden had a problem with me not backing her up, dissing her, or feeling like I dumped all of this Kim stuff on her, why didn't she just come to me and tell me that? We would have been done with it.
She never once approached me about it. Instead, Eden started this game of “telephone.” She decided to talk behind my back and didn’t bother to even tell the whole real story.
So I ask you Eden, why not tell the entire story? You only told a very small part, and a salacious part of the story at that. Why didn't you say that you asked me how you could help and that in response I opened up to you?
The truth… I told Eden that I thought Kim was mostly sober. At the time we were in that store, eight months ago, this was my impression, based on the negative interactions we had just had the night before. Do I feel this way today? No. But I did at that time, and that was my authentic feeling based on her behavior.
I told Eden that Kyle is Kim’s enabler. This is not new information for Kyle. I don’t understand the shock of me talking about this since I have said this to Kyle more than once. She already knows this is my opinion, and I continue to support her because she is a good person and a good sister with a big heart. There had been several times in the past that I felt Kyle should have spoken up, and she didn’t. If Kyle had said to her sister at Game Night, "Kim, it's not OK for you to talk to my friends like that in my home" we wouldn't be where we are now.
Kyle told us last year in the Hamptons that what keeps her up at night is the thought of getting the dreaded phone call about her sister. I did not say “Kim was on the path to destruction” or “near death” the way Eden relayed it to her eager listener. What I said was, “They’re this close to Kim dying.” And again, the reason I even mentioned that to Eden in the first place is because I felt Eden could empathize with Kyle’s fear of receiving that phone call letting her know that something has happened to her sister. Those six words, “They’re this close to Kim dying,” have now been twisted into a dirty piece of gossip that implies that I think Kim is on the brink of death when what I was talking about was what Kyle shared with us all in the Hamptons last year.
So is it my bad in sharing my feelings with Eden? Yes. Could we have been done with it that very moment in the store that day, and it did not have to take on this “alternative facts” life of its own? Yes.
Eden took it and ran... Why? Maybe because Eden wasn’t getting the attention she desired from me, Kyle, or Kim. She took her “compassion,” “positivity” and “light” and told half- truths that she knew would then be promptly spread throughout the group. At the end of the day, no matter what someone says to you, you as an adult woman have the ability to either say something about it or not. Eden is responsible for the words that come out of her mouth as we all are.
I take responsibility for the part I have played in all of this.
I will not take responsibility for Eden and her insecurities.
Eden’s reality is her own. My reality is my own.
I did not force her to do or say anything.
Now it's a f---ing mess. No bueno.
Let's talk about Dorit.
When I took out my bag of pills, vitamins, whatever you want to call it, no one was happier than Dorit Kemsley. She was like a kid in a candy store. She fell madly in love with me in that moment and wanted whatever I may have had in there. It was fun, and it was funny. We were having a blast! We were ALL laughing and joking about it.
Doritos then took that and made it into something gossipy and so wrong. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that this is coming from the same person who was ready to swan dive into my now infamous baggie of pills. How quickly we go from roller skating and laughing at my Xanax joke together to jumping on the bandwagon of let’s make Rinna the villain with a drug problem.
So, again, Dorit take a listen:
My advice to you.... don't hustle the hustler.
I’m so grateful to Erika for wanting to have the facts instead of excitedly saying, “I definitely think Lisa Rinna could have said these things to Eden, mostly because I can picture her sort of saying those things.” Thank you, Erika!
It’s been two long months since that conversation with Eden in the store and into the lion’s den I go… I sure hope there are some Xanax smoothies on hand.
The Pablo Escobar of Beverly Hills