She came over at about 9pm last night. It seems she wanted back some books she had lent me (The Great Gatsby) and my mom (How to Expand Your Psychic Powers). She also wanted back some handcuffs she had given to me a few months ago.
I told her before she came over that she wouldn't be getting the handcuffs. She got here. Rang the doorbell. I answered. It actually was a dark and stormy night. I hold the books out to her, she steps to the doorway. "I want my handcuffs" she says as she takes the books. "I considered those handcuffs a gift" She moves to walk further into the house to go look for them, I put out my arm, blocking her.
"Do you want to talk about anything?" She seems shocked by this suggestion... it seems to take her a few minutes to get her hate up enough to reject the offer "no" she says.
She then continues "Those handcuffs were a gift to me from Kimberly, she gave me two pair, I only brought them over [to your house] for a specific reason. I want my handcuffs back now." "They aren't your handcuffs anymore"
She seems angry and frustrated... Angry because she's not getting her way, Frustrated because I'm not returning her anger. As she turns to stalk back to the car she mutters "God you just keep getting dumber and dumber about this" I ask, speaking loudly to be heard over the storm, "Who came over in the middle of the night to get back books?" As she's getting into (what I assume to be) Anthony's truck she practically yells "fuck you", it sounded as if she was on the verge of tears.
MacK, If you disagree with any of this, care to make a rebuttal, give your own account of the action, please do. It would be the first chance I've had to hear how you feel about this now. I think you need to talk to me, I want to talk to you. I've asked you to call me, I've called you, left messages asking you to call me back. You haven't. You don't answer my e-mail either. Sure you can get pissed about me putting this up on the web but I have no other way to reach you.
I tried and you rejected the attempt.