March 30, 2013
I throw up my hands, I have to leave the premises in disgust. We have another disagreement about the number of paintings each of us is taking; about her claim to one of them that we have not yet considered. She says (for the third time in a month) that she feels attacked, complete with hands brought to her sheltered chest. I say, "Sis, I'm not going to hurt you. I'm not threatening you, I'm not attacking you, I'm not swearing at you, or raising my voice. Don't you think your language is a bit strong?" Not to mention insulting!