I am not watching, nor plan to watch, The Real Housewives. Emily and Sara stopped being my niece when after her parents separated and too much happened that only made me want to have no dealings: her mother became involved with a abusive white trash Butler Country sheriff who refused to let her communicate with any of her husband's family. For three years or more I sent Christmas gifts to her and the girls and never knew if they received them or not. I learned they did each year by asking my former sister-in-law's if she could give me an answer. They had.
My sister-in-law got angry with my parents for refusing to taker her side in battles with Macbeth over child support and she broke communication with my parents.
Emily's always been a large woman and in the 1990s she tried modeling. She was living in Manhattan and I didn't know it until Macbeth called me and asked me to help her out with an apartment search. I spent a day working on it, left her several messages at the phone number M gave me. She never returned my calls, moved back to Ohio, and I never heard another thing from her until she sent me a FB friend request.
