Real Beverly Hills housewife Brandi Clanville has two sons with LeAnn Rimes‘ hunky actor husband, Eddie Cibrian. Brandi, the pseudo-celebrity, recently confessed to once wanting to kill the country singer after catching LeAnn at one of her son’s soccer practices holding her baby boy on her lap.
The crazed momma bear said,
“I remember walking up to soccer practice and there she was with my baby in her lap. My blood was boiling, and I thought I was going to kill her. I really thought I was going to physically hurt her.”
Whoa there, Brandi. Meow! Just think of what’s better for your boys, Mason and Jake. You going crazy psycho on LeAnne, or being happy for the boys that their new step mom treats them well and is good to them?
Brandi continued her jealous rant and said,
“But that was the first time I saw her that way– she was sitting in my soccer chair, under my tent, she’s got my kid on her lap and she’s with my husband, and that was that little moment of total irrational fury.”
I wonder why it didn’t work out with her and Eddie. Brandi, the 39 year old mother of both boys, then had a moment of clarity. She explained,
“We’re never going to be best friends, but she’s good to my kids, they love her and that’s all I could ask for. If they didn’t like her, I’d be in court right now, fighting. It’s not about me– it’s about them.”
No, I think it’s still about you Brandi, somewhere deep down inside. Especially in your catty comments about you being glad they didn’t sign a prenup, as if you’re counting the days until this evil marriage ends. The catty housewife said,
“Thank God [they don’t have a pre-nup]! My kids’ futures will be taken care of if that’s true.”
The pseudo-celebrity is still regretting her and Eddie had no prenup, saying, “I got f***ed, and not in a good way.”
Wow. Stay classy, Brandi. Good luck in your next relationship, or should I say, good luck to your next partner. He’ll probably need it, seeing how the Real Housewives Of Beverly Hills reality show star is still pretty vindictive and bitter about the whole thing, from what I can tell.
By Ikam Acosta