The details are really not that important, except that when she's scared/frustrated she lashes out. It is what she learned as an abused child oh... so long ago.
I'm pretty weathered myself, have a whole closet of Tshirts with "been there, done that" on them. Mostly from Craigslist roommates; you know... the ones you love to hate.
So, she found out that I've been exposed to Covid (no surprise, it's when... not if); and because that frustrates some of her plans (she's got a crisis of her own that I was supposed to be helping with, and I cannot if I'm self-quarenteening).
But, instead of addressing that, she attacks me on several other fronts, and we part the phone call in a not so good manner. So, I wrote her an email countering her attacks, and told her that she had to get past MAD before we could talk.
That worked well.
I'll probably flame her later; when I have composed myself sufficiently... but for now I will just say that neither one of us handled it well. And, if I had not detailed why all the attacks she made over the phone were bullshit, perhaps she wouldn't be so upset now. Maybe.
But, since she never addressed the real issue; it doesn't matter. (I can't help her now, and she's fucked).
She is SO fucked. (she and her roommate are being dispossesed by a mold remediation in their unit; while the Covid shitstorm is still in progress. Since one is 69 and the other 76... it's not like they don't have valid concerns.
But, I can't move shit for them, host them (or their pets)... I certainly don't want to make them sick (and die or suffer from the crud --- IFF I have it).
Yay.
I need another TShirt -- "I see Morons. Trouble is, there's one in the mirror as well".
And a shout out to the Donald, a bigger waste of ambulatory protein on the planet I have never seen.
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