Gigi Relives Dramatic Sit-Down with Tracy
In any situation, I have to do what's right for me. I tried to avoid all the drama, but this was such a big thing—it was sucking the life out of me. So before I did anything where I was around Tracy and Olivia, like help out with Ant's book, I needed to get this talk done once and for all. It might have make things better or it might have made things worse, but it needed to be done. More time was going by and the problem was getting worse, and I wanted to address it. I wish I wasn't stuck in the middle. It sucks. All I wanted to do was keep the peace all these years.
I never wanted things to get this bad. Everything that happened earlier was because adrenalines were running high. Sometimes, speaking when you have all of those emotions running through you is really crazy. I needed to get out what I needed to get out, but the only thing that I wish didn't come out of my mouth was when I said to Tracy that she was never my friend.
When I was that upset with her, I couldn't see her as one of my friends. I never trusted Tracy, but I loved when we did hang out, so I was mad at how she confronted me in the parking lot and how angry she was. I never expected that! That's why I was like, how could I consider someone like that my friend? I was just so angry, but it's the only thing I wish I didn't say, because at one time we did hang out.
I just wanted Olivia and Tracy to both sit down in front of me. Just admit when you're wrong! I admitted when I was wrong. Yes, I did talk about Tracy. I know she's talked about me. You know what? Tracy has talked bad about every single cast member. Everyone has said a bad thing—each and every one of us. When you're around all these people, it happens, but we can be strong enough to move past it.
I wanted to be understanding: Let's just say what we have to say. We must be women enough to get it all out there. But Tracy came into my apartment with all this nasty, negative energy, and it just made matters worse. She had to come out with those smart remarks. Ugh! It just pissed me off.
You know when you have so much to say and you want to say everything, but someone cuts you off constantly and talks over you? You can't get everything out, and it's so frustrating. That's why I said, "Okay, we'll all have a turn to talk. Let's just respect that. Say your piece." But to keep getting interrupted? For someone who has A.D.D., it was very hard! I wanted to be able to get everything off my chest, and Tracy was screaming over me. She's bottling in so much anger. I wish she wasn't so angry—talk to me like an adult instead of screaming over me.
Right after the talk, I did feel good. I did get everything off my chest. If Tracy might have gotten hurt during this entire thing, that was not my intention. I didn't want to intentionally hurt anybody. Sometimes the truth hurts, and I wanted to be brutally honest. Lots of times, people can't hear it. Did I ever think it would get this far and out of control? No, I didn't.