Reliving the loss of my home was devastating. But what was also distressing was experiencing the snarkiness of the ladies led by "Instigator-in-Chief" Lisa Rinna and "Chief Medical Officer" Dr. Arroyave.
Why Lisa Rinna needed to make me the target of controversy with the ladies the morning after my wedding still escapes me. Their explanation was duplicity. However, duplicity seems ascendant in Beverly Hills as we saw the crew (less the fire victims) go after each other while vacationing in Provence. We were witness to the accountability coach conveniently unable to remember her nasty comments to Erika. "Pretend Amnesia," a Teddi discovery, may have struck again. Kyle couldn't refrain from getting in on the action and Lisa R prodded it along. Glad I missed that, so that Erika could field the brunt of their collective nastiness rather than their planned target, me.
They briefly refrained from this behavior when they returned from Provence, and we all went to dinner. Lisa and Teddi were so kind to bring me clothes and pajamas following the loss of my home and entire wardrobe. I shared my sense of loss having the twin calamities of losing my assistant and my home one after the other. My profound sense of loss caused me to be a little dismissive of Denise's situation, which I regret. She and Aaron have suffered, and we share some of the same experiences of joy and challenges at the beginning of our new marriages.
The pretext for their snarky behavior is equally baffling—my empathy for their former best friend, Lisa Vanderpump. Empathy is apparently still in short supply in the Puppygate Girl Gang as the dinner following the Beverly Beach debut at Kitson turned into a "take Camille to task" outing. They must have sensed weakness after I vented about "dude coping" and my post-fire ordeals from our previous dinner, because I walked into an ambush. Following a short appetizer of feigned sympathy, I was treated to a main course of scorn and antipathy fueled by a friendship that at one time we all shared. I was one bite into my salad when the Instigator-in-Chief called on me to account for what I may have said about each of them.
The idea that, according to Lisa R and Dr. Arroyave, I have to "own it" and submit myself to their inquisition and approval is ridiculous. They never "own it," nor take themselves to task. At the dinner, I simply had enough of this and gave my unvarnished, unfiltered feelings about how I felt at the moment living in the aftermath of the losses I experienced. I felt bad immediately afterward for saying the things I said about Dorit as they hit below the belt. I wish I had not succumbed to their relentless pressure and made the remarks I made. I was hurting, taken by surprise, and overwhelmed by the enormity of events that I just experienced.