At first I wanted to call my husband. Then her daughter. Then I began to seethe with righteous words. But when she came back to rant some more, I told her I understood her anger and disappointment and that she was being abusive to me. The rage hissed right out of her and she was calm.
You could say all that yoga and mindfulness and marriage counseling paid off. But later I still cried a little and detoxed with four hours of TV and a slice of cake.
Photo of my “Cold Sore” textile piece