She walked into my hair salon, while I was sitting there, reading Vogue, under the hair dryer and confronted me. I couldn’t believe it. My sister of all people, showed up out of the blue and confronted me about my alcohol abuse. Then, I wanted to yell at her in front of all my friends. Now, I want to hug her every time I see her. She walked me out of the salon, put me in her car and drove me straight out to a luxury alcohol treatment center in Malibu. Like she knew I wouldn’t go anywhere else. My alcohol addiction was almost as bad as my Rodeo shopping sprees. I have to have the luxury. But this was serious, my alcohol addiction was killing me and I needed alcohol treatment. She dropped me off, paid for the 30-day high-end residential treatment center herself, and drove away. It was such an act of love, between two sisters who haven’t always seen eye-to-eye. I’m kind of a bitch sometimes. But now that Iam sober, we have so much to talk about. So much to share, so much to find out about each other.