No more “The Real Housewives of Atlanta” for me.

My romance with The Real Housewives of Atlanta is finally over.

After watching the restaurant scene with Kim, Nene and Sheree, for the third time, I realized that the show is no longer entertaining, but sad and embarrassing.

Watching the new episode with Nene and Lisa in California last night brought back the same emotions I felt when I saw Britney Spears shaving her hair off.

I wanted to hold them and tell them to stop what they were doing and get some help before it’s too late, because once their relationship with Bravo is over they would only be remembered as the “Black ghetto chicks, who once embarrassed themselves for fifteen minutes of fame.”

The train has finally wrecked and it left many causalities behind.  

I read an article this morning where Lisa Hartwell allegedly said she is suing her ex-husband Keith Sweat for permission to have their children appear on the show.

Lisa, don’t do it to your kids, don’t screw up their lives the way you five ladies did your own.