For the record, I would like to be clear, I do not try to control Tamra or tell her what to do. That is ridiculous. She and I have had many in depth conversations about her situation with Vicki. I have told her multiple times that if she wants to be friends with Vicki again, I will support her decision. She has asked me over and over to help her stay strong because she does not want to be coerced back into a dysfunctional friendship. While it may look like I am acting like a mother hen with Tamra, I am just following through with what one of my best friends has asked me to do.
Tamra and I both text each other multiple times a day. We joke about it all the time. Good friends do that. Somehow Lydia finds a negative in that.
I am so excited the restaurant is moving along. My partner Chris Bright has introduced me to the Post Agency who has developed a logo for us...of course it will contain nine lemons!
My entire family is having so much fun with our dog Archie. He loves to swim and could do it all day if we would throw the ball for him! It was the cutest thing ever that he decided to sit on the lounge chair next to me! We love him so much!
Kelly's party...it was fun playing volleyball. I am utterly horrible, but I try and talk a good game! I was not uncomfortable about going to Kelly’s. I have seen Vicki a couple times in social situations and it has been fine. I had no worries that this day would be any different. Tamra was a little anxious, especially after receiving a phone call from Vicki and then hearing about all the nonsense that happened at her orchestrated birthday party. Tamra asked me to look out for her which she often does. And she knew that I would because I am a loyal friend.
Lydia had the audacity to assume that my ego was somehow bruised because I was not a part of the Vicki conversation. Although I think it is clear at this point, I will say it again for Lydia’s sake. I’m ok with the state of my relationship with Vicki. I have no desire to sit down with her, or have other people talk about our past. I just want to move forward. I am uncomfortable when “things are about me”, yet Lydia thinks she somehow has me pegged. You’re wrong again, Lydia, but go ahead, keep judging.
The conversation between Vicki and Tamra was supposed to be between the two of them alone. After hearing very loud yelling, I went downstairs because I didn’t think it was fair that Vicki’s friend was standing behind her and Tamra was alone. Get your hands off of me Peggy.
Vicki was in on a cancer scam and she admitted it, so I don’t know why it’s still a topic of conversation. I was happy that Tamra and I were calm in our conversation with Vicki. It really solidified in me that I have finally moved forward with things. And when I mentioned that, Lydia had more negative things to say. I never think that things should be all about me and Lydia is simply trying to stir things up by insinuating that I do.
Actually I think Lydia wants to make things about her. I was squeezing legs under the table because of things Peggy was saying to me and then Lydia decided to think I was talking about a boob job I knew nothing about. And when I tried to explain myself, Lydia believed it was all right to say she was done and not even hear what I had to say. That is not all right. I am tired of Lydia calling me crazy and selfish and any other nonsense she comes up with. She is completely wrong and if she ever took two minutes to get to know me, she would see otherwise. Stay tuned for the rest of the season to see how that all turns out.
I wish Tamra had taken a stronger stand toward defending me at the end of Kelly’s party because I felt that I was there for her the entire day. But a lot was going on. As silly as Lydia’s accusation was, it escalated to a point that was upsetting to me. I wasn’t lashing out. I was defending myself and I will always do that when someone speaks disrespectfully and condescending to me while also telling me I did something that never happened.
Until next week when Lydia thinks I didn’t invite her to a dinner that I never planned in the first place. My fault again...
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