Luckily the tears and tantrums in the title weren't mine.
D bullied M and nearly made her cry. M couldn't meet with me as planned. Probably because she was too upset and although I was once her 'rock', I suppose I could no longer be depended on to be that in the future. Or she didn't want to reveal to me how upset she was.
Then D tried to bully me. Why had I allowed this to happen? Why did I have no recollection of the exact conversation I must have had in October last year? Don't I care? (Well frankly, I think we all know the answer to that one.) What is my advice? Where are the pieces of paper I made him take away when he didn't want to? (Oh come on. You insisted you have them, I had to grab them back off you to take photo copies. I knew you would lose them.)
However, after the little episode of intimidation, he was as nice as pie later.
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