in which empathy + martial arts training / anger + knife = bad.

i've decided i never again want to be standing in my kitchen, wondering how close i just came to breaking my mother's arm.

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it took me until 4 o'clock in the afternoon to clear enough of my own internal crap to realize that, well... at least... i didn't react. i kept myself from blocking, realizing there was no "real" threat. and i got the heck out of there to calm down, which also turned out to be a good move. when i called my mother later in the afternoon, to check in and make sure she was ok, she had called my sister and had her deal with the entire debit card mess to everyone's satisfaction.

except.

even if i am still wound up from the weekend, what the hell was all that? *sigh*