a wolf angel is not a good angel

I guess I deserved it. I didn’t start it, but I certainly kept the fight up, and we both certainly know where to press the other’s buttons. (Oddly, my sister seems to believe I am upset because I am not married and not a mother. This is not true. It is true that I am single and childless, but not that I regret this.) The only thing I can say is that I did not start it, and, eventually, I stopped: in the meantime, I gave just as good as I got.

No point in repeating the cruel things we threw at each other. I am not particularly proud of myself. Oh, it feels good while I’m doing it, but not so much after.

I’m not sure what I will do now. Ignore her, try to respond to her abuse as if it were neutral?

I think I would feel less bad hitting back.

Update:
She “apologised” (”Sorry we were both so mean”), then apologised. I apologised.
Then I offered to watch the one of two shows I thought she would prefer. “Why are you being nice to me? I thought you wouldn’t want to be nice to me after the things that you said. You just want to pretend.”
I am watching the other show, which I preferred anyhow.

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