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Cary: Read My Lips, I Did Not Steal My Husband
Cary sets the record straight about her past with her husband and explains why she recorded that epic fight between LeeAnne and Marie.
Welcome to episode nine!
Girls trip to Austin! Who thinks this is going to be smooth??!
After Mark helped me pack and get organized he says, "Don’t make trouble where there isn’t any." That’s something LeeAnne actually said to me once and I told him about it; so he started to repeat it whenever we were subsequently getting together.
I showed up at the bus with Krispy Kreme donuts. Ok, I don’t really eat them very often, but with all the yoga I do, once in a while is ok. They are amazing!! My stepson had gotten them that morning for school and got an extra box for me to take on my girls trip! So sweet (he and the donuts!)
I feel Brandi's pain on the bus! After kids, your bladder ain’t what it used to be! When you gotta go, you gotta go! I was just trying to protect her privacy with the blanket. I would have done the same thing! I have a weird fear of public restrooms though and would prefer to pee in a solo cup.
We finally got to Austin and got the party started by breaking a glass within five minutes of arriving, LOL! I couldn't care less about the whole shit in a bag story. I don't care and I don't want to hear about it. LeeAnne needs to get over such small things in life. There are much bigger fish to fry and much bigger real world problems out there.
I almost died when Tiff came up stairs and gave me a shot of Fireball. I thought it was tequila so can you imagine my shock? But it was hilarious. That was actually my favorite moment of the episode! I feel like that is a college kid drink?!?! Anyhow, I’m ready to have a fun dinner with these ladies.
At dinner, we were actually all getting along. LeeAnne says she has trouble figuring out who to trust and open up to. This I can understand and respect. I think we’re kind of the same in that way. There’s been hurt and abandonment in my past as well. But then she makes a face when I say I have trouble opening up to people and trusting them. It’s not fair to me at all. She says, "Judge is a big word for me." Like, "I don’t do judge!" Well, saying that to me really bugs the shit out of me, because I’ve been watching and hearing her repeatedly judge all of us.
Still everyone seemed pretty happy...(buzzed?) by the end of dinner so that was a positive and we poured Brandi into bed and hit the hay.
Boom!!! Courtney and I woke up to screams coming from downstairs. We grabbed our phones and ran to see what was up. LeeAnne was screaming at Marie. And I mean screaming. The Bravo crew had left and I was close to a panic. I really almost called the cops. I hid in Brandi and Stephanie's room and I tried to record the barrage. There needed to be evidence of what went down, because I was afraid LeeAnne and Marie would deny any of it happened if there wasn’t proof.
The three of us were under the covers practically in tears. LeeAnne was threatening Taylor and Marie and saying she was going to ruin them in Dallas and she was going to kill Marie. "I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!"
Now; I gotta put the recording I made into perspective. Up to this point in the actual filming, the only erratic thing I knew for a fact LeeAnne did was throw that glass of wine at Marie’s party. We only saw and knew about what we personally witnessed in our interactions with LeeAnne. So, I was afraid LeeAnne wouldn’t be held accountable for all of the crazy she does; and, frankly, I needed some proof for me to maintain my sanity.
The response the next morning was classic; guess what: kill doesn’t really mean kill at all!!!? It just means forget about you!!! Hmmm, that actually sounds pretty good. I’d kinda like LeeAnne to forget about and ignore me. You know, instead of continuing to judge and trash my marriage with her gossiping again. I’m still trying to figure out that comparison. Killing Marie vs me marrying Mark. I’m pretty sure one of them lands you in prison. That’s not even apples to oranges. Maybe apples to blow driers?! It doesn’t make sense! Get over me LeeAnne! Read my lips: "I DID NOT STEAL MY HUSBAND." Just because LeeAnne says something doesn’t make it so.
