But wow, did I feel my blood pressure go up. I 'talked' at him in the car for about 5 minutes (you know, when the person isn't there, and you're just venting as you drive), but I decided my time was too valuable.
Sylvie, are we twins? I'm a serious telling-you-off-in-the-shower-and-or-car person with BP through the roof!
I want to learn how to play my cards right ("Florence, you don't have to tell everyone everything you know all the time.") and figure out how to use this information for my own mental health benefits -- evaluating the situation and my use of mental and emotional energy -- instead of getting tied up in the dramatics of discovery, betrayal, and so-called resolution with a lying liar.