– Hi. – Oh my God… sit down.
– You guys are drinking beer? – Come here.
– Sit down. You guys want a
drink? Come on, yes. Amsterdam is this goddamn big. We were having a conver, a great
conversation, and like I was
telling her, I, I feel like you guys are
family. You’re gonna be
family always. And whatever it is that’s
bothering you guys or that you have
personal between you, talk
about it. – I’m…
– The problem is
there’s so much going on – in the family right now, that
– What are you crying for? You guys, that’s OK
because you’re family. – No, it’s bull[bleep]!
– What’s wrong now, CeCe? See,
tell me. I don’t know. Text message said that Byron
doesn’t want us at events
anymore. – That’s not what I said. That
is not what I said.
– What did you say then? We haven’t even had
a chance to talk about this. I don’t want to talk about it.
I’ve been protecting you this
whole time! It’s not like I’m, I’m telling
you, I was telling you something
that I wanted you to know. – But now you’re using
that against me.
– I’m not using it against you, it’s completely
[bleep]-ed up. I’m his
daughter in law. Do you understand how that
makes me feel, to have to hear
that my father-in-law… – Why don’t you talk to me more
– Because I distance myself like you said. You knew why I
wasn’t at those places. Because you sent me that
bull[bleep] and it pissed me off. CeCe, on that boat,
not only did you poke me but then you lied on me.
You sat there and you said, Kristen didn’t come to
Byron’s party or my party or whatever the hell
it was, because she was busy. That was a bold faced lie and
you know it. You didn’t invite me because
you didn’t want me there. And I just wish you would be
woman enough to say it. What you sent me was
[bleep]-ed up! I had to tell
that to my husband about his dad! That’s how his
dad feels. My husband looks at
Byron like he is God, as he should.
He loves his damn daddy. Well, of course he loves his
children. I’m not saying that
he doesn’t love his children. But [bleep] has changed. He should be able
to communicate with me. He doesn’t communicate with me.
He communicates with you. The text she read, I was feeling like,
take this information. I’m giving you information! You know? Take
the information and run with it. If the tables were turned,
I would’ve turned around and sat down with my husband
and said, hey, CeCe told me
this. – You know, what should we do?
– It feels like – you are putting us
– But you’re mad at me – because I told you something!
– I’m mad because you guys
don’t [bleep]-ing come see my kid!