Caroline’s blogs are not as fun (and by fun I mean absolutely maddening) as Teresa’s. But while we wait for Teresa to get her lies, stories, and excuses in order, let’s see what Caroline has to say. I don’t usually read her blogs, but I’m making an exception since she actually played a leading role in the last episode. As usual, my words are in bold.
End of the Road
Caroline recaps the finale, reflects on this season’s joyous occasions, and comes to terms with Danielle’s true colors.
Here we are, at the end of the road. It’s been quite a ride, wouldn’t you agree? I hope we’ve shown you over the past sixteen weeks that we are a group of women who dare to be ourselves (or who you want us to believe you are). In that process we have exhibited both good behavior as well as bad (mostly bad). You’ve witnessed all the peaks and valleys of our lives, and we’ve shown you a range of emotions from laughter to tears, frustration to jubilation, anger to forgiveness, embarrassment to arrogance, etc, etc, etc. I’m hoping one thing resonates, the simple fact that we’re human. Not one of us can claim to be the perfect representation of what a wife, mother, or friend should be (Except Teresa) I can only speak for myself when I say that I’m proud of who I am, the man I married, and the children we’ve raised. Faults and all.
OK, we have some ground to cover, let’s get started. First I need to address a comment that was made in the last episode of the Italy trip. When I mentioned that I was uncomfortable with the use of the Italian language it was not derogatory towards Teresa and her family. (Yes, everyone except Teresa understood that)It simply meant that I was frustrated that I couldn’t understand them. (Don’t worry, Teresa didn’t understand them either) I wish I did. I clearly said that I was disappointed that my parents and grandparents didn’t pass the language down to us.(Yes, we all clearly heard that. Maybe you should take this up with Teresa and not waste our time re hashing the obvious) Whether I speak the language or not, the most important aspect of the Italian heritage has been passed down to us. We were taught the importance of hard work, loyalty, and tradition. We were raised to value each other, protect each other, and love each other. Al and I continue to instill those values in our own children to this very day. So, I guess I’m not gonna sweat the small stuff, right? I’ll worry about learning the language if I ever find myself relocating to Italy, until then, I’m proud to say I’m an American of Italian decent. God bless the USA!
Time to talk about this week’s episode. You have to understand where I’m coming from. (No, I really don’t) It was clear to me that the situation with Danielle was like a merry-go-round (More like a game of dodgeball and Danielle was the only one left without a ball) that never was going to stop. I felt that I was the only one that could go and speak to her because I was the only one that wasn’t emotionally involved. (So which is it? Dina is you, Jacqueline is you bla bla bla tears and anger – or you’re not emotionally involved? Pick one and stick to it already!) I was never her friend, and true, I never wanted to be. I never gave her the chance to be. That’s a decision I made solely based on instinct (instinct or small town rumors?) two years ago. Although there are those of you who think I was unfair to her, I think I made the right decision. You may not agree with my method, but what can I say, I am what I am. Another thing I need to clear up. THE BOOK. Ugh, I’m sick of talking about it (then why do you keep bringing it up?) We were told about the book from numerous people in Danielle’s town (In season one you said your niece told you about it) I showed the book to TWO people. That does not constitute exposing her. (So you didn’t expose her, but you did look the book up on the internet, find it in the local library, read it, and give it to Teresa to hold up in front of the cameras.) Danielle chose to bring the book out to the entire country, not me. That’s not how I remember it. If only there were some way to prove it……….. oh yeah:
Two people verses the entire country – think about it. (I‘m thinking about it – and you’re still wrong) I have always represented myself as someone who tells the truth (until just now when you lied) and owns up her mistakes no matter how embarrassing they may be. I’m not about to tell a lie now. (except that you just did) That’s it … subject matter addressed…THE BOOK IS CLOSED. (You wanna toast to it?)
My intention for the meeting with Danielle was to put an end to all the nonsense (nonsense being the operative word). I was so sick of hearing her name (then maybe you should have stopped talking about her so often), so sick of dealing with the fallout of the rumors (What fallout? What rumors? Care to explain?) and encounters regarding her (What encounters did anyone have with her besides when Teresa and Jac chased her down a hallway and Ashley pulled her hair?), and so ashamed and embarrassed (you should be mortified) by how we behaved and what we allowed ourselves to become in our quest to “win.”(I’m still not sure what you were trying to “win” at.) Like I said to Danielle, there are no winners in a losing game. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew how it would end. I knew there would be no reasoning or understanding (I think there would have been reasoning and understanding had you validated her feelings regarding the situation with Ashley and not tried to downplay the events that took place), but I had nothing to lose. I’m not proud of the names I called her; my remarks were cruel and childish. But, that’s my truth. Makes absolutely no sense but, it is what it is. I said what I said out of frustration and anger. I was speaking to someone who was looking me dead in the eye and lying to me. (What did she lie about? You don’t want to explain that accusation either? No? Of course not.) Not only that, there was absolutely no accountability on her part at all. (Accountability for what?) I have one regret … I wish I knew then what I know now. (Which is….. ??) I learned the true depth of Danielle’s character along with all of you as I watched each episode over the past sixteen weeks. I had no idea of the remarks and accusations that were being made towards my children, the others, and me. I had no idea that there were bodyguards with GUNS outside the restaurant when we had our meeting. (Chill out with the capitalized GUNS drama queen. Your brother has GUNS, I’m sure your husband has GUNS. Bravo wasn’t going to let you get shot and you know it.) When I made the comment about the bodyguards I was referring to the event at The Brownstone, her meeting with Dina, and the country club debacle. Maybe it’s best that I didn’t, who knows. I’m annoyed with myself for losing my cool, but looking back, I truly believe that there was no way any agreement would have been made that evening.(I bet you could have reached an agreement if you would have brought Ashley and Teresa with you and made them apologize for their behavior and allow Danielle to feel superior for a moment.) In any event, when I returned to The Brownstone I meant what I said. I’m not going back to that place. If any of the others choose to go there, then that’s their decision and I don’t want to hear a word about it. I’m done. (What do you mean *if* they choose to go there? They’ve *been* going there all season on twitter.)
I know the show has focused on the drama surrounding our relationship with Danielle over the past two years. I have a favor to ask of you. (I don’t think you are in a position to be asking favors. We made you famous. We’ve done enough. How about you do us a favor and finally tell us what the hell Danielle ever did to you or your “family” members.) Remember the other things we’ve shared with you. Remember Jacqueline and her struggles to carry a child to term and the miracle of Nicholas. Think about little Audriana blessing Joe and Teresa with a fourth daughter. Smile when you see all of our parents joining us on a whirlwind trip to Italy. (Smile? I’m still trying to forget that agonizing waste of an episode) Cry, and be inspired as you watch Albie’s struggles with his learning disability (which you still refuse to name) and how he deals with it (by using mommy and daddy’s money to hire lawyers and sue people). Laugh along with Christopher and his beautiful smile and his outlook on life. Be encouraged by Lauren following her dreams and finding the “love of her life” in Vito. Look at the relationship between Jacqueline and Ashley and see a mother and child who have issues (that’s an understatement), but also have the determination to make things right between them. I can go on and on. What I’m trying to say is that we have opened our lives to you. We’ve shown you the good, the bad, and the ugly. I’m pretty confident when I say that each and every one of you have related to us in some way, shape, or form. (No, not me. You are like a foreign species. Fascinating to watch, but not relatable in any way.)
Love us or hate us, we are who we are, no frills attached (except on top of Teresa’s kid’s heads)
Thank you so much for watching. (You’re welcome) I can never say that enough.
PS. The reunion … WOW… (Yes we know, you can stop plugging it now. We are all going to watch, the ratings will be through the roof, and you can all demand more money for next season. Once again, you’re welcome.)