I think that Sonja has surpassed Jacqueline what’s her face in the longest blog ever contest. There is more delusion, incoherence, and contradiction in the post than I have seen. And I tried to snip out as much as possible. Sonja’s words are in black, and I’m using the purple pen.
First and foremost, I need to address the situation that occurred at my home at the beginning of the episode. What really happened was that I was taking a call from my sister from Nashville who was just telling me she was not be able to come to watch my daughter, because her best friend had just passed away.
So your teenaged daughter who last I heard was in boarding school was going to be babysat by your sister who was in Nashville talking on the phone to you rather than at least on a plane to NYC if not already there? None of your 47 interns can be trusted to look after Quincy? Her alleged $300,000 a year in child support won’t cover a lady sitter? She has no school friends she could spent the night with? Seriously?
My carefully laid plan blew up, and if I didn’t secure someone else trustworthy to watch my daughter, I couldn’t leave to Atlantic City overnight. I was trying to deal with all of that. I was focused on taking care of my family, and Heather went completely ballistic on me on the phone when she called to come up,
That darn Heather. How dare she not just stand out in the rain for 45 minutes while you were doing whatever you were doing. I don’t think Quincy even actually lives there. If she does, I’m quite sure there have been several nights you were too drunk to get home and stayed with some dude on fraternity row somewhere. Again, you have made it clear the interns live in the house. So you can’ t blame your kid for this.
and I told her I would meet her in the limo,
There was no limo.
and besides, Bethenny was late, and some of the others had not arrived yet! What really pissed her and the some other girls off was that Her Royal Skinny Bitch was late. (I’m Lady Morgan, we have Countess Luann, Princess Radziwill, and now Lady Dorinda–I think the queen of skinny stuff deserves a title, too!) HRSB’s tardiness is what set off the bomb. Luann can vouch for that.
I’m pretty sure you can’t assign yourself or Bethenny a title. That is not how it works.
Heather can’t take that she might not be HBIC anymore in this crew. (Head Bitch In Control) Trust me it’s not about me, it’s always about them. At least I don’t lie and comment on things I don’t understand about others’ businesses to be relevant among the girls.
Wait, when was Heather in charge of anything? She might have been the biggest bitch for a season, but she was not in charge (it’s charge, not control BTW) of anything. I’m not sure if you are calling Heather a liar here or what, because everyone has the same opinion of your businesses. You have ADHD. You brand is toaster ovens, evening gowns, recipes, swimsuits and God knows what else. Yet in every venture, you only have prototypes and samples. These are not lies, but facts.
She was rude to let you know that the rest of the party was no longer going to wait for you to pluck your chin hairs and have a martini. How dare she!
To be clear, the intern did not let Heather and the girls in the HEATED foyer. So ask yourself, how did she get in?
Production? A sympathetic neighbor? They really all should have been grateful to be standing around in an entry way for nearly an hour waiting on you.
The reason it was cold was because everyone was running in and out. I could feel the draft upstairs!
Oh my. I hope you didn’t catch a chill!
Nor did they say Lady Morgan is not receiving guests. They never call me Lady Morgan out of the circle of #TeamSonja. That just sounds ludicrous. I can’t believe how many lies Heather was able to concoct in her head within a 15-minute period.
Trust me Lady Morgan sound ridiculous in every circle.
They all had black town cars to get to the white stretch limo in front of my house. You can clearly see the black car in front of my house. She did call, and I told her I needed the time to finish the call with my sister, had no one to attend to the girls if they wanted to come up, and that I would be right down.
Some how, people are able to have guests wait in their living room while they take a phone call with without attending to by interns.
Interns are here to learn, they are not employees or domestics. I have to be with the interns when they observe or participate in any entertaining at home. I won’t tell you the disasters that can occur in a home like mine in 15 minutes. Just imagine French doors,
I’ve googled accidents involving French doors and oddly, I come up with nothing. Are French doors more dangerous that regular doors, of Dutch doors?
pond in backyard,
Darling, the point of inviting people in out of the rain is for them to remain indoors. I assure you none of them had any desire to take a dip in the Lady Morgan Pond.
front doors to street,
How do your bumbling interns manage to survive with so many doors! So very many dangerous doors!
I’m sure the other ladies would have certainly had need of that whilst waiting for you. But I can understand you would need to see proof of proper training first.
Don’t you have a little trained monkey with a fez to help with the elevators?
Um, what? Are we outside again?
two poodles, the cat,
You have attack poodles and a guard cat?
and a myriad of other accidents waiting to happen without me with the interns, who are trying to help out and learn.
Who new rich people’s houses were so dangerous! No wonder the interns have learned enough to show friends to the living room and offer them hot tea or coffee. They need hazard pay!
For the record, Heather has NEVER carried me up the stairs to my bedroom. Yes, she has given me a ride home from downtown on her way up to Harlem and has come in for another drink for the road.
At least that is the part you remember.
When they came into the foyer, a cup of tea was spilled all over the marble mosaic floor and on the antique table all while calling me a bitch. I had to lift the glass and wipe it clean so it didn’t get trapped and destroy the piece! I had to put the glass to the side to be sure the mahogany table dried completely before putting the glass back on (which is dangerous while out on the floor).
Oh the dangers are everywhere! So many dangers. Lucky you are able to fight back these dangers with a paper towel.
She kept saying that I made her wait an hour and that I was holding everyone up, because I was packing, but that is simply not true! We saw the girls were at my house at 10:38 with a time stamp. Not an hour! We were supposed to convene at 10:30 from all over the city; that’s why I sent the town cars. As far as I’m concerned asking everyone to wait a few minutes because of a family emergency is not an egregious social error.
Speaking of time stamps, when y’all left it was a few minutes before noon. I noted that because I was thinking, these ladies are drinking tequila in the morning. How will they function at the casino?
I wish that Heather hadn’t been such a drama queen and could be a little more gracious about the trip I had put together for us all. I would like her to be caring enough to say Sonja is taking care of some family matters and will be coming down soon. What happened was she was pissed Bethenny was late. At first Bethenny was going to be an hour late and then texted to say she was coming sooner. I let Ramona know that. I understand people are late. What’s important is that we’re all together on the trip. That’s when they started to say they were leaving. That I could wait for Bethenny. Nice! The poor girl was apologizing profusely when she arrived. I know that Bethenny was trying to be supportive in the limo, but she was telling me that I couldn’t talk about my past experiences, like where I like to travel and spend my time. What she doesn’t understand, because we haven’t seen each other in private for quite a while, is that those experiences aren’t in the past. I still vacation to Gstaad yearly in my updo and smoky eye. LOL! Even the Learning Annex asked me to come in and demonstrate. So someone is interested! I sure see the hits on my podcast, so they are interested. I think what Bethenny is saying is that THESE girls don’t want to hear it. Don’t really care about my happiness as some of my other cilques enjoy talking about travels and people. I’ve been going to these places for my entire life, and I love to share them and invite others along. Why shouldn’t I be able to talk about my life? Why can’t I talk about my past and wonderful relationships I have maintained? I make it clear to Bethenny in the hotel room that I have closure with the ex-husband, it’s now the financial strife from the judgment I’m paying that kills me in my tracks. I would never wish that any of the girls to lose a lawsuit like that. But that is a whole ‘nother blog. Bethenny was very intuitive when she said I should talk to someone, because since my sister moved away, I’ve been doing exactly that, because these girls do not give me the emotional support I need. In fact, their constant badgering makes it worse not better. Everyone should be able to relax and be themselves and talk about their plans and life experiences in a healthy back-and-forth banter when they’re with their friends. I don’t feel like I’m afforded that respect with these fiends. I do appreciate that Bethenny is able to laugh about things even after what the girls told her! At least she’s not too serious like the rest of the girls.
Good therapists are hard to find. Clearly, you have not found one yet.
All in all, it was a horrible way to start off this fabulous girls trip that I had planned to lift Ramona’s spirits, and it ended even worse. I was so upset that I didn’t have one cocktail in the limo going to AC and kept checking my emails for my business and finances. I was not talking at all on the trip to The Borgata other than trying to be nice and purposely sat on the end.
Cutting back on breakfast cocktails could be considered a start, I suppose.
At least when we finally got to Atlantic City, we were welcomed by an elegant, professional manager and butlers from the hotel!
Whatever would we do without butlers?
That’s more like the kind of trip I had in mind with these girls. More fun times and less crying and catfights. I’m so happy I was able to have good quality time with Ramona in our suite. It’s hard for me to be there for her emotionally when I’m being attacked all the time, so any time we get to spend time away from the other girls is really special. Like when we were gambling and dancing on our own. The other women want to keep me in a nice little labeled box because of their own insecurities. They would not feel the need to constantly be talking about me unless they were uncomfortable with where they themselves are going. I have seen this script in my life over and over.
If there is a pattern over and over in life, perhaps you are the problem.
People with real concerns don’t share them with the world. They are protective and keep it between the friend and themselves.
I imagine they have tried that several times.
In private. They don’t want me to do well and get out of this mess of a divorce and lawsuit resulting in a $7 million dollar judgment. They are just trying to level the playing field by bringing me down, but nobody can bring me down!
See, you are the one that is trying to pretend you are on their level. They have jobs. They are not $7 million dollars in debt and facing bankruptcy. They are not living in the past. They in living in the real world, not Sonja’s world of delusions. You are so far down, you are two stops away from rock bottom.
After this, I know that I shouldn’t drink with these women.
You should have ended that sentence two words earlier.
You will see I refrain from partying in Turks and Caicos and stick to wine. One has to be in a good place mentally, with cool friends, and with good booze (or beer) to survive an evening of hard partying like these girls do. They all started drinking in the limo on the way over, starting before 12pm for four hours. I really don’t know how their livers do it! After one hard drink, I’m buzzed. After two, I’m bombed! After three, I’m yours! I’m a cheap date as they say. People ask me why my skin is so nice. One reason is I can’t drink that much, so it’s usually an early night if I don’t stick to wine and wine spritzers. So, I didn’t start drinking until we got to the hotel. The key to having a good night out (and I do feel that I’m an expert on the subject) is to be with good people and to be in a good mood.
I noticed how you were drinking responsibly and everyone else was showing their lady bits to the camera and screaming down the hallways. It was nice of you to walk everyone to their rooms and make sure they were safe. Those bitches are hard partyers for sure.
Instead, I was surrounded by women who are always nit picking me and trying to belittle my life decisions. (I think I have had a good one! Even while dealing with the tremendous stress of late.) The women also need to understand that, really, I am going through a lot.I’m blessed in so many ways, but I have hit a speed bump and really want to retain my independence. I don’t look to a man to take care of me or my daughter. I am building a fashion lifestyle brand from scratch. I am self-made. No one has ever handed me anything.
Except Lord Morgan. He handed you several million dollars and some property. I can see how that would slip your mind.
I work hard and pull my own weight. Or no one would invest in my companies.
I’m not really seeing the benefits of any of these “investments” So far you have a prototype for a toaster over, some clothing samples, and a fashion blog.
Sometimes when you’re having a rough time, you need to be able to let loose, and that’s what I was trying to do in Atlantic City. What happens in Atlantic City stays in Atlantic City, they say. I should have known better than to let my walls down around them. But at least now I’ve learned my lesson! No one can tell me when I should stop my hard-parting ways and settle down except me.
Wait I thought you were the delicate lightweight and the girls were the hard partiers?
Life is all about moving on and moving upward. I wear that saying on my pinky ring every day, and it serves me well. That and my abundance candle. LOL.
Maybe it’s me, but it doesn’t really seem to be serving you well.
Bethenny was right saying that divorce is like a death. Losing your best friend, lover, and father to your daughter is not something that I would wish upon anyone (as we saw in Morocco with the psychic who said Mario was cheating), and it’s something that takes a long time to adjust to.
After reading that ten times, I finally get that you don’t mean losing your lover, father and best friend to your daughter. Not sure what the psychic has to do with anything. Divorce is terrible but it has been NINE YEARS.
I don’t want to enter into another relationship until I feel that I can contribute as an equal partner emotionally and can stand on my own two feet financially. I just didn’t feel that I could do that a year ago. Hence, the younger men.
They call them boy toys for a reason.
Between being a mother, running my businesses, starting new businesses, managing my reorganization, and dealing with my legal situation, I don’t have much left to give to another person. But as I’ve said in the past, life moves in a circle, and I’ve had my low times, and now I’m headed back up to a high point again. I’m very lucky, because I have many circles of supportive, non-judgmental friends that like me for being me. I have a very strong family base and spiritual beliefs. God has been there for me. But I’m just taking life one day at a time like everybody else! See you all next week for more fun times and hopefully less clubs, crying, and catfights!
One day at a time, has a familiar ring to it.