Life on the Ramona Coaster
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A candid, behind-the-scenes glimpse into the emotional, dynamic and often entertaining life of Ramona Singer, the reality star of seven seasons of The Real Housewives of New York City.
A candid, behind-the-scenes glimpse into the emotional, dynamic and often entertaining life of Ramona Singer, the spunky, tell-it-like-it-is reality star whose unfiltered personality viewers have adored through seven seasons of The Real Housewives of New York City.
In this alternately heart-wrenching and hilarious memoir, Ramona offers readers a look at her dysfunctional childhood, her parents’ abusive relationship, her inspiring journey of renewal, and opens up for the first time about the events surrounding the tragic collapse of her twenty-year marriage. Never before have her fans seen her so raw, introspective and honest.
faces our front yard and looks out at the majestic Hudson River in the distance. I am fourteen-years-old. It is spring and the dogwood is beginning to bloom. But I am looking beyond the sea of white blossoms glistening in the sunlight. I am daydreaming again; I’m imagining a life beyond this window. One filled with love, happiness, and success. A life in which I have a father who comes home from work, hands some flowers to my mother, and then gives us each a kiss us on the cheek. A life where we
anything, was cutting me a check for seventy-five grand? I couldn’t believe it. I paid him back in thirty days, plus interest. I was a little pissed off that he made me pay the interest, but I was still grateful that he lent me the money. After that, my mother would tell me how he would brag about his daughter to all his friends. He didn’t quite tell me to my face, but for the first time in my life I knew he was proud of me. It was a big moment in our relationship. As bad as he was all those
old, weak, and tired. There was no sparkle in his emerald green eyes. But, even though he was now a sick man in his seventies, when I looked into those eyes I could still see shades of the man who verbally abused my mother my entire life. I shuddered as I recalled a moment that would irrevocably shape the woman I have become . . . My first birthday. Me, age four. I AM FOUR-AND-A-HALF years old. We live in a quaint Cape Cod-style home in a traditional middle-class suburban town—think
really was sick and I never called him to check up on him to see how he felt, which was why his message came off a little cold. We each have a different interpretation of why our second date never happened, but the one thing we can both agree on is that the chemistry between us was powerful. After that, we both got sidetracked by other relationships for a while, but we’d run into each other at the gym from time to time and flirt. When we finally reconnected a few years later it felt like fate.
Obviously, Mario and I have to come to some sort of resolution, but at this point it’s more financial than emotional. It’s sad that twenty-plus years of marriage can be reduced to a distribution of assets in the blink of an eye. We were a two-income family and, because of my business I was able, with Mario’s support, to earn the money we needed to acquire our two homes. I think Mario wants me to agree to sell both of our homes, but I want to keep the house in Southampton. I’ve been in our condo