She kept going round, picking fights, escalating. We went round and round...
But, strangely, at a point, she simmered down some... and then started in about how terribly traumatic it was last year when my elderly, confused father, middle of the night, nearly crawled into bed with her....
She said, "you'll never know what a trauma that was.... because...."
and suddenly, melted down completely.
Apparently some kind of flashback to episodes of sexual abuse from her childhood.,
Of course, before long she was blaming me for these terrible memories coming to the fore.
Crying uncontrollably. Saying awful things.
Meltdown.
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