When Meghan Markle and Prince Harry left their senior royal roles in 2020 and moved to North America, many fans were not happy. Meghan has shared some tough experiences from her time in the royal family, but there have also been times when fans turned against her. Recently, she was even accused of trying to outshine Kate Middleton.
The conflict with the royal family has been ongoing for years. While Prince Harry has visited the UK a few times since leaving, Meghan hasn’t joined him often. Some say it’s for security reasons, but others think she might not be interested in fixing the relationship with the royals.
A royal expert says Harry misses his old friends and wants a permanent home in the UK. However, he is also very worried about losing Meghan. Some reports say he isn’t interested in reconciling with his family. But there is hope, as Meghan is reportedly open to having a meeting to talk things out.
Despite Harry and Meghan’s complaints about their treatment in the UK, they have aimed for a more private life since moving to the US. However, some argue they are still seeking attention through interviews, a book, a Netflix show, and podcasts. This doesn’t seem like stepping back from the spotlight as expected.
Their desire for more attention hasn’t gone unnoticed. The couple was even mocked on the popular comedy show South Park.
Harry and Meghan haven’t returned to the UK often. They did attend Queen Elizabeth’s funeral together, but when King Charles was diagnosed with cancer and Harry went to see him, Meghan stayed in the US.
The feud between the Sussexes and the royal family has been ongoing for years, with no signs of resolution. However, Harry and Meghan did reach out to Kate Middleton after her surgery and cancer diagnosis, which they reportedly learned about through the news, not directly from family members.
Even though the relationship is tense, one royal expert suggests that Prince William and Kate Middleton are willing to try and mend things with Harry and Meghan.
Speaking with the Mirror, royal author Tom Quinn said that William and Kate were open to inviting Harry, Meghan, and their children to visit England. However, Meghan wasn’t interested and declined the offer.
“There is no way Meghan would bring the children to the UK,” Quinn told the Mirror in early April. “William and Kate suggested that Meghan and Harry bring the children and that the two couples and their families try to make up, but so far, it’s not going anywhere.”
In May, Prince Harry visited the UK again for a special Invictus Games service at St Paul’s Cathedral. He wanted Meghan to join him, and at first, she seemed interested. But soon after, Meghan changed her mind because of concerns for her children’s safety.
A source said that while Meghan had hoped to go to the UK with Harry in May, she didn’t want to bring Archie and Lilibet due to fears for their safety.
“It’s now at the point where Meghan doesn’t want to come to the UK with the children. She just doesn’t feel safe,” the source said. “The question now is whether the family should come with increased security or if Harry should go alone.”
Harry reportedly begged Meghan to reconsider, saying, “I don’t want to do this alone.”
“Harry doesn’t want to keep making solo trips to the UK,” the source continued. “He would prefer if the whole family made regular visits to see his family and rebuild relationships, but there is so much happening behind the scenes that it just isn’t possible right now.”
Harry and Meghan were planning to come to the UK, but when the exact time and date of their appearance were made public, Meghan started to rethink the idea.
The children’s safety isn’t Meghan’s only concern about returning to the UK. The source said that the Duchess doesn’t want to “be thrown back into an anxiety-filled visit to England where she feels like she’s not wanted.”
Time will tell if Meghan will join her husband for the UK trip. But one thing is for sure: A reunion with the royal family seems very far away.
The conflict with the royal family goes back many years. The tension between Meghan and Kate Middleton started just before Meghan’s wedding. In her interview with Oprah, Meghan revealed that Kate made her cry over a dress.
Despite the years that have passed, Meghan has said she doesn’t want to mend the relationship with the royals, believing it’s gone too far.
However, new reports suggest that Meghan has changed her mind and is now “ready to sit down” with the royal family to make peace. But why? One royal commentator said that having a good relationship with her in-laws would “help her sell her jam.”
Speaking to GB News, royal expert Angela Levin said the Duchess is “still genuinely hurt” by how the royal family treated her. However, Meghan is ready to reunite with them to discuss everything.
“She’s still genuinely hurt by how she was treated by the Royal Family – this is four years on,” Levin told GB News. “And she now wants to sit down and talk through things.”
Levin also claimed that Meghan wants the royal family to “make apologies” to her and Prince Harry.
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Angela Levin explained that Meghan wants the Royal Family, including King Charles, to apologize, but they aren’t going to do that. Levin believes that Meghan is the one who should apologize, but she doesn’t want to.
Levin also said that Meghan is trying to get Princess Beatrice and Princess Eugenie to help her sell her jams. Meghan hopes that King Charles might buy some of her products too.
“This information comes from a good source,” Levin said. “Meghan wants to use the excuse of selling her jams as a reason to visit the UK and make things nice, but it’s also a way for her to promote her products.”
Even though Meghan Markle reportedly “never wanted to set foot in Britain ever again,” this new plan might change her relationship with the royals.
The Duchess had reached out to Kate Middleton after Kate’s surgery and cancer diagnosis, which Harry and Meghan found out about from the news instead of directly from the family.
Meghan is focused on her lifestyle brand, American Riviera Orchard, and is selling jam. However, Levin’s idea that making amends with the royals could help her sell more jam might not be well-received by royal fans. Meghan was recently accused of trying to take advantage of Kate’s royal return for her own benefit.
On Saturday, June 15, just hours before Kate Middleton made her royal return during Trooping the Colour, Argentinian polo player Nacho Figuerasa, a close friend of Meghan Markle and Prince Harry, revealed the Duchess’s brand’s new raspberry-flavored jam via an Instagram Story.
The announcement’s timing left many royal fans angry, and they took to social media.
A fourth person concluded, “Who buys jam anyway? It is so easy to make right at home with fresh fruit and a load of sugar!”
Although many were furious with Meghan Markle for this, a source close to the Duchess told the Daily Beast that she had nothing to do with it.
The source claimed, “While I am sure the gift packages came with notes requesting social media coverage, you can’t tell Nacho Figueras what to do. So I think it’s certain the timing of his post was his own idea.”
“The larger point here is that the American Riviera Orchard campaign has been phenomenally successful and cost Meghan nothing.”
The source added, “It is a textbook social media campaign. The only problem is that there still seems to be nothing actually for sale, so what is it all for? I guess we will find out.”
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The HOA President Fined Me Over My Lawn – I Provided Him with More Reasons to Pay Attention
Larry, our clipboard-wielding HOA dictator, had no idea who he was messing with when he fined me for my lawn being half an inch too long. I decided to give him something to really look at, a lawn so outrageous, yet so perfectly within the rules, that he’d regret ever starting this fight.
For decades, my neighborhood was the kind of place where you could sip tea on your porch in peace, wave to the neighbors, and not worry about a thing.
Then Larry got his grubby hands on the HOA presidency.
Oh, Larry. You know the type: mid-50s, born in a pressed polo shirt, thinks the world revolves around his clipboard. From the moment he took office, it was like someone handed him the keys to a kingdom.
Or at least, that’s what he thought.
Now, I’ve been living here for twenty-five years. Raised three kids in this house. Buried a husband too. And you know what I’d learned?
Don’t mess with a woman who’s survived kids and a man who thought barbeque sauce was a vegetable. Larry clearly didn’t get that memo.
Ever since I skipped his precious HOA meeting last summer, he’s been out for blood. Like I needed to hear two hours of droning on about fence heights and paint colors. I had more important things to do — like watching my begonias bloom.
It all started last week.
I was out on the porch, minding my business, when I spotted Larry marching up the driveway, clipboard in hand.
“Oh, here we go,” I muttered, already feeling my blood pressure spike.
He stopped right at the foot of the steps, and didn’t even bother with a hello.
“Mrs. Pearson,” he began, his voice dripping with condescension. “I’m afraid you’ve violated the HOA’s lawn maintenance standards.”
I blinked at him, trying to keep my temper in check. “Is that so? The lawn’s been freshly mowed. Just did it two days ago.”
“Well,” he said, clicking his pen like he was about to write me up for a felony, “it’s half an inch too long. HOA standards are very clear about this.”
I stared at him. Half. An. Inch. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
His smug little grin told me otherwise.
“We have standards here, Mrs. Pearson. If we let one person get away with neglecting their lawn, what kind of message does that send?”
Oh, I could’ve throttled him right there. But I didn’t. Instead, I just smiled sweetly and said, “Thanks for the heads-up, Larry. I’ll be sure to trim that extra half-inch for you.”
Inside, though? I was fuming. Who did this guy think he was? Half an inch?
I’ve survived diaper blowouts, PTA meetings, and a husband who once tried to roast marshmallows using a propane torch. I wasn’t about to let Larry the Clipboard King push me around.
That night, I sat in my armchair, stewing over the whole thing. I thought about all the times in my life I’d been told to “follow the rules,” and how I’d managed to bend them just enough to keep my sanity.
If Larry wanted to play hardball, fine. Two could play that game.
And then it hit me: the HOA rulebook. That stupid, dusty old thing Larry was always quoting. I hadn’t bothered with it much over the years, but now it was time to get acquainted.
I flipped through it for a good hour, and there it was. Clear as day. Lawn decorations, tasteful, of course, were completely allowed, as long as they stayed within certain size and placement guidelines.
Oh, Larry. You poor, unfortunate soul. You had no idea what you’d just unleashed.
The very next morning, I went on the shopping spree of a lifetime. It was glorious. I bought gnomes. Not just any gnomes, though, giant ones. One was holding a lantern, another was fishing in a little fake pond I set up in the garden.
And an entire flock of pink, plastic flamingos. I clustered them together like they were planning some sort of tropical rebellion.
Then came the solar lights. I lined the walkway, the garden, and even hung a few in the trees. By the time I was done, my yard looked like a cross between a fairy tale and a Florida souvenir shop.
And the best part? Every single piece was perfectly HOA-compliant. Not a single rule was broken. I leaned back in my lawn chair, watching the sun set behind my masterpiece.
The twinkling lights came to life, casting a warm glow over my gnome army and the flamingo brigade. It was, in a word, glorious.
But Larry, oh Larry, was not going to take this lying down.
The first time he saw my yard, I knew I had him. I was watering the petunias when I spotted his car creeping down the street. His windows rolled down, his eyes narrowing as they scanned every inch of my lawn.
The way his jaw clenched, his fingers tight on the steering wheel — it was priceless. He slowed to a crawl, staring at the gnome with the margarita, lounging in his lawn chair like he didn’t have a care in the world.
I gave Larry a little wave, extra sweet, as if I didn’t know I’d just declared war.
He stared at me, his face turning the color of a sunburned tomato, and then, without a word, he sped off.
I let out a laugh so loud it startled a squirrel in the oak tree. “That’s right, Larry. You can’t touch this.”
For a few days, I thought maybe, just maybe, he’d let it go. Silly me. A week later, there he was again, stomping up to my door with that clipboard, wearing his HOA President badge like he’d been knighted.
“Mrs. Pearson,” he began, not even bothering with pleasantries, “I’ve come to inform you that your mailbox violates HOA standards.”
I blinked at him. “The mailbox?” I tilted my head toward it. “Larry, I just painted that thing two months ago. It’s pristine.”
He squinted at it like he’d found some imaginary flaw. “The paint is chipping,” he insisted, scribbling something on his clipboard.
I glanced at the mailbox again. Not a chip in sight. But I knew this wasn’t about the mailbox. This was personal.
“You’ve got a lot of nerve,” I muttered, crossing my arms. “All this over half an inch of grass?”
“I’m just enforcing the rules,” Larry said, but the look in his eyes told a different story.
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Sure, Larry. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”
He turned on his heel and strutted back to his car like he’d just delivered some life-altering decree. I watched him go, fury bubbling up inside me. Oh, he thought he could win this? Fine. Let the games begin.
That night, I hatched a plan. If Larry wanted a fight, he was going to get one. I spent the next morning back at the garden store, loading up on more gnomes, more flamingos, and just for fun, a motion-activated sprinkler system.
By the time I was done, my yard looked like a carnival of absurdity. Gnomes of all sizes stood proudly in formation, some fishing, some holding tiny shovels, and one, my new favorite, lounging in a hammock with a miniature beer in hand.
The flamingos? They’d formed their own pink plastic army, marching across the lawn with solar lights guiding their way.
But the pièce de résistance? The sprinkler system. Every time Larry came by to inspect my yard, the motion sensor would activate, spraying water in every direction. Totally by accident, of course.
The first time it happened, I nearly fell off the porch laughing.
Larry pulled up, clipboard ready, only to be met with a stream of water straight to the face. He spluttered, waving his arms like a drowning cat, and retreated to his car, soaked to the bone.
The look of pure outrage on his face was worth every penny I’d spent.
But the best part? The neighbors started to notice.
One by one, they began stopping by to compliment my “creative flair.”
Mrs. Johnson from three houses down said she loved the “whimsical” atmosphere. Mr. Thompson chuckled, saying he hadn’t seen Larry so flustered in years. And soon, it wasn’t just compliments. The neighbors started putting up their own lawn decorations.
It began with a few garden gnomes, but soon, flamingos popped up all over the cul-de-sac, twinkling lights appeared in every yard, and someone even set up a miniature windmill.
Larry couldn’t keep up.
His clipboard became a joke. The once-feared fines became a badge of honor among the residents, and the more he tried to tighten his grip, the more the neighborhood slipped through his fingers.
Every day, Larry had to drive past our gnomes, our flamingos, and our lights, knowing full well that we’d beaten him at his own game.
And me? I watched the chaos unfold with a smile on my face.
The whole neighborhood had come together, united by lawn ornaments and sheer spite. And Larry, poor Larry, was left powerless, just a man with a soggy clipboard and no authority to back it up.
So, Larry, if you’re reading this, keep on looking. I’ve got plenty more ideas where these came from.
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