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This was the episode where I was still in the process of filling the expanders for my reconstructive surgery. The process helps with the implants, but it has been a painful journey. They are expanding my skin by adding liquid to a sac that is inside me.
Oh, the volleyball game. First off, it was not something I was looking forward to because I was not yet completely healed. But I didn’t want to turn down Kelly Dodd’s invitation. The volleyball game turned into yelling match later. Kelly mentioned that I am confused and don’t speak well, perhaps it is because I don’t know what her ploy is? She seems to stir the pot, befriend everyone and say, “I love you all,” but all the while whispering, “you know so and so said such and such.” Exactly what she accused Megan King Edmonds of, huh!
Continually, I am reminded that I don’t know what happened that began this division or the intricacies of their relationships, but I don’t think that if we all sat down, they could clearly define them either. They have piled on so many layers of emotional baggage to this Vicki Gunvalson vs. Tamra Judge fight, that if everyone stepped away, I am sure it would clear itself up. But as stated by others, I don’t think making peace is what Shannon Beador wants. Lydia McLaughlin might be on to something, if Vicki and Tamra reconnect, is Shannon the odd man out?
But you gotta love Lydia. I love how Lydia is the peace maker in our group. But it even backfired on her.
This constant bickering and elementary school behavior just needs to end. Either confront each other and resolve the issues or make a clean cut!
So why does Shannon yell so much? It’s never about Shannon, but it seems to always end with her. While we were sitting on the table, both Lydia and I noticed Shannon squeezing Kelly’s leg in disapproval. Lydia thought it was about her, but it was actually about me. I chose not to demean her as I don't know her well enough, but as she seems to be dragging me into her conflicts. As
I said before, it’s like being with children who whisper at the table. It is fairly rude of Kelly to invite me into her home, be sitting at the table with me, and as Shannon admitted, talk about me. She had better realize that she is messing with the wrong person. Her pointing of the finger is going to get her in trouble.