One time she asked me in a hostile voice: what did you expect was going to happen?
It was rhetorical and stunning like a conversational taser. I had no counter, no retort.
My behaviors and their followup consequences weren’t relevant when we started talking. Emotionally blinded and tunneling with rage on the pain she’d dealt me and not the pain I’d dealt her. Hers was the most recent and according to my Truxion Manual the last person to hurt somebody is what you talk about.
Sitting where I am now years later I don’t blame her. For a good many things. Looking back I now expect her to act just like she did.