It’s probably safe to say that not many of us out there have actually been pulling for Brandi Glanville of Bravo‘s Real Housewives Of Beverly Hills. She’s not an easy one to love, to be sure. But still, there’s something to be said for a woman who can work “motherfucker” into nearly any casual conversation, down perhaps a few too many Xanax and still sip champagne with the best of them, and manage to take the high(ish) road after her husband unceremoniously dumps her perfectly-toned ass for the likes of Leanne Rimes.
But even the most devoted of Real Housewives of Beverly Hills Fans are starting to abandon the ol’ Brandi Ship with her latest round of dramatic antics.
Back in December, Bravo aired an episode where Brandi, Adrienne Maloof, and Adrienne’s then-husband Paul Nassif, came to blows in front of a party full of guests. It was Kyle Richards’ party, and being Kyle she was of course all, “My heavens! Not in front of my exquisitely-sculpted husband’s real estate clients!” — but like the rest of us it’s a safe bet that she was secretly digging the insane spectacle, and probably instantly snapped for a waiter in a bow-tie to bring her some more champagne. And gourmet popcorn. (Only the best for Kyle when she watches the Christians & Lions, y’all!)
We, the viewers, could only guess what the fight was about at the time, because Bravo edited Brandi’s supposedly defamatory verbal diarrhea from the show’s audio for legal reasons. Afterwards, Brandi took to her Bravo blog to apologize, but the damage had clearly been done:
I said something I shouldn’t have said and I am sorry and I now regret it. My mouth gets me in a lot of trouble, but this time I’ve pissed off the wrong rich person. Normally I would laugh it off. I mean I’ve had my fair share of negative stories written about me through my divorce. No one is perfect. We all make mistakes, and if I could take this back I would. Trust me! I can’t, so now I just have to deal. Boy is it going to be expensive!
Rumors have swirled for the past few months about what exactly was said that sparked so much drama, but now, finally, Adrienne and company are going on the record to reveal what the argument was about: the fact that Adrienne had her twins via surrogacy and did not carry them herself. And while that fact in and of itself is not necessarily a huge deal, it was an issue Adrienne and Paul were keeping private. Until Brandi.
In an interview with Life & Style, Adrienne comes clean:
I would think Brandi, being a single mother, would have a heart and understand my feelings, where I’m coming from”… Adrienne had planned to wait until the 6-year-olds were a few years older before sitting her angels down to reveal that mommy didn’t carry them in her belly. “Brandi took away something so precious from our family,” shares Adrienne.
BUT IT DOESN’T STOP THERE. BECAUSE OF COURSE IT DOESN’T. IT’S RHOBH, BISHES!
As you may know, Adrienne and Paul are in the process of getting a divorce. Classy broad she is, Adrienne forks some of the blame for that onto Brandi’s bony shoulders in the interview (“Brandi did destroy our family”), and while it’s unclear whether she cackled or furrowed her brows dramatically while saying so, only she and Paul know the truth of what destroyed their marriage. Though, interestingly, Brandi is now buddy-buddy with Paul himself. Says Brandi:
“We’re friendly,” Brandi admits to Life & Style. “Every once in a while, he’ll text me. He’s very nice.”
WHAT THE WHAT.

I’m not gonna lie: I had a romantic dream about the guy last night. BUT ALL IN THE NAME OF POP CULTURE GOSSIP.
Remember, kind viewers, that this is the dude that called Brandi, among other things, a “piece of shit” TO HER FACE. But bygones! All in a day’s taping, yanno? Water under the bridge!
Yeeeeah.
In the meantime, Adrienne has moved on to find comfort in the arms of the fresh-faced Sean Stewart – a man almost 20 years her junior – and Brandi is busy promoting a book wherein she rips apart Leanne Rimes and talks about getting vaginal reconstruction surgery. Yes, you read that right: vaginal reconstruction surgery.
Suddenly her friendship with Dr. Nassif, plastic surgeon, is making a bit more sense, no?
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