Kahdijiha Breaks Down Her Distaste for Ashlee
"Ashlee and Drama"...that should be that chick's name! We met prior to the cocktail party at the country club, and it was clear then that she had issues. I expected to meet a woman of Southern charm and grace. Instead, I met a woman with a host of insecurities under a bunch of fake hair and ghostly makeup.
She was so obnoxious, and talked about her money so much, that it made me nauseous! Real money doesn't discuss money, plain and simple! She should just get her bank account balance tattooed on her forehead and rest her lips.
I tried to put our first encounter behind us and attended the cocktail party at the country club with an open mind. However, Ashlee walked in with an attitude as bad as that god-awful kelly green sequined gown. I don't know where she thought she was going, but she missed "cocktail" by a mile. She whisked her way in with that dirty dog and champagne she had brought from home tucked under her arm...how tacky! After the country bumpkin brought her own bottle, she started yelling at the server to open it, which really made me mad. Seriously, how disrespectful! Since Ashlee brought the bottle, she should have opened it herself!
I really didn't appreciate her talking to the servers the way she did, so when she offered me champagne, I declined. I would never drink a toast with someone so tacky and outrageous. Despite the name Big Rich Atlanta, money can't buy you class! I was raised to treat all people with respect and dignity and I was not going to stand around while she talked to the servers that way, so I excused myself from the table, as any Southern belle would, and left Ashlee and her bubbly to the other girls! Needless to say, I wasn't impressed by Ashlee and her mess.
I was hoping Ashlee would not say anything else to me, but she just couldn't resist inviting me to her pathetic party. When she first told me she was having a divorce party, I thought it was very depressing and attention-seeking. Based on Ashlee's personality, I can see a lot more of these divorce parties in her future! The way she invited me was so Ashlee...fake and phony!
When my auntie Brié heard Ashlee's invitation, she immediately spoke up—which is just what we do: stand up for each other! At the end of the day, we don't do fake or phony!
I thought Meyer's grenade gift was pretty funny. It sure gave me my share of tingles and giggles! LOL! I wasn't surprised that Ashlee got into a heated situation with Meyer instead of with me, because Ashlee knew better than to bark up my tree. I was hoping she would enjoy the agony of her depressing divorce party and not get into it with anyone, but she disappointed yet again.
Now that I think about it, I should have thanked Meyer for taking Ashlee and her ignorance away from me. Prior to the grenade drama, I decided to approach Ashlee at her divorce party and offer an olive branch. I was hoping that one of Ashlee's decent personalities would show up that night, but of course, I should have known you can't draw water from a dry well.
After I approached Ashlee to talk and sort things out between us, I found myself talking to a child. I don't think it was a bad idea to approach her, I never regret being an adult, but it was unfortunate that she couldn't at least put on her big girl panties and act the part.
Regarding Ashlee asking me to buy her a gift? Yeah, right! This was not a real party, and who asks someone to buy them gift?! I thought her alimony settlement was all the gift she needed.
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