Why did she have to be so mean? I had only phoned to show my concern and to see if I could help. Clearly I had said the wrong thing. “What’s that got to do with you?” came the sharp retort. Her words whipped across my heart like a sharp knife.

I know we were both stressed and finding it difficult to deal with a serious situation but did she really have to treat me like that?

This wasn’t the first time her words had cut deeply. These new lacerations came on top of fresh scars.

I tried to talk to my husband. He rolled his eyes, as if to say “told you so.”

Then pain turned to anger. “I can give as good as I get. Yeah, I can make her miserable, too,” I thought to myself.

Yet fury is a poor bandage for an injured heart.

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