Stacy Francis says her 2012 fight with Whitney Houston, hours before the legendary vocalist passed away, has ruined her life. You may recall, several reports claim Nippy checked the former "X-Factor" finalist for getting to up close and personal with her then boo, Ray J. The incident became engraved in the highlight reel of Whitney's last hours before her untimely passing and according to Stacy, it's left a stain on her career that Clorox can't remove. Read a few excerpts from Stacy Francis' Huffington Post blog: In 2012 I had an awkward run-in with the voice and diva Whitney Houston. As most of the world already knows! Now what the world was not aware of at the time was the fact that I had been singing all my life and Whitney was my idol. I have talked about this situation in the media. And on television. And I have been attacked for addressing it. I have been accused of using this awful situation to get attention. But lets talk straight here. Who wants this kind of attention?! I mean seriously. Who wants to be known for having a fight with an idol? And who in the world wants to be trending on twitter about it? Not me! I am not writing this piece to talk about details of that night. Too many times it has been spoken about and it has been misunderstood. And there are many lies that have been told about it. People starve for drama. They starve of the sensationalism that the media can happily sell them. I grew up listening to Whitney and I loved her. This is not exciting. It is not exciting to report that my life meant something. Instead it was reported by her sister-in-law that I was stalking her in the club. She told Oprah. I mean this couldn't have gone more awry! I love Oprah! I watched her for 25 years. I love her! What? This is what she would know me for? I was singing that night at the club. Whitney stood and talked to me for hours. Do you

see where this all just goes wrong? My life was ruined. I felt like a big piece of me had also died. No one wanted to work with me. The media made me out to be a horrible person. And my singing meant nothing. Because Whitney was dead. And the truth would never be told, until years later. I am here in London. On a huge show called Celebrity Big Brother. I enter the house and who is there? Ray J. There he is and my heart is racing. We had not seen or spoken to one another in over three years since her death. Stacy Francis went on to detail what really happened that night: Ray J was Whitney's boyfriend at the time of her death. He was at the club that night and when Whitney saw us talking she became enraged. She didn't understand our relationship. I had known Ray for over 20 years. And he was like family to me. He kept saying "she is family...she is family...it's ok". But Whitney wouldn't hear of it. When the media went crazy on me I was so heartbroken that Ray never spoke up for me. I just couldn't understand why he would not say something to protect me. When I saw Ray in the house. I asked him this. But I had to make a decision. Would I approach him in anger or in love? I chose love. And I have to tell you he broke my heart when he looked at me and said "No Stacy it was not your fault at all. It was my fault". This is when it hit me. For all these years I had been so selfish. I only looked at things from my viewpoint. Not the view of her family. Ray. Her fans. The world. All I could think about were my feelings. Yes the media lied. Yes I was attacked but I am still here. And it was pretty selfish of me. I mean the world had lost The VOICE! And Ray had lost someone very dear to him.