“Movie night” was actually Oscar® Night (on mute) at Stamie’s house. I was so happy to have my family come over, even though it was thrown together so last minute. It was probably one of the most difficult days of filming though, because it seemed as if something was off in the air and the planet was at a tilt. At this point in the season, we all had a lot going on in our lives on-and-off camera and sometimes you just need a break – or 3 glasses of wine and your jammies to unwind. However, I’ve learned that in reality tv, you don’t get breaks, re-dos, or that extra 5 minutes to put on some makeup. (We’re shooting in HD, for g*ds sake! Why didn’t somebody tell us?) This is real!
Aimee, Audrey, and I are extremely close. They are my support system, confidants, and best friends in life – well, along with my co-pilot, Max. (Insert GOLDEN GIRLS theme music here.) In other words, they are the ones who know me best! We’ve been through many ups and downs in the past few years, have stuck together, and are not going anywhere! LOVE LOVE LOVE my sisters. I’m their biggest fan! The awkwardness in the air mostly came from the fact that Aimee and Stamie haven’t spent much one-on-one time together. I never signed up to love two VIRGOS!! Eeek! And Stamie keeps me laughing on the daily, however her jokes don’t always land. Doh!
That being said…
Being the “middle man” sucks! I’m sure we’ve all had to do it at some point in our lives, but my belief is that it’s a recipe for disaster. My sister, Aimee, has been given the unfortunate task of being that person for my mother and I. She has somehow become a “mediator” when it comes to alllllll things gay — and although it helps with the relationship and dialogue with my mother, it actually hurts when it comes to the relationship with my sister. Most of the time, I want to hear her personal opinion and not the telephone-game-version of my mother’s. That I already know! I understand where she’s coming from in trying to support the both of us, but sometimes I want or need more. I need my sister. However, since you’re only getting a glimpse into our conversations, you should know that having lunch with Aimee was a very big help. Not only did I get to finally hear what she was thinking, I also started understanding a little more about my mother’s hesitations. It’s progress, kids. And I really shouldn’t shoot the messenger! Thanks for helping, Aims! xx