In St. Barths, I raised my voice, pointed fingers, and name called. I was wrong and have tried to express my remorse to those I hurt. Sonja truly got caught in the crossfire, and no one deserved my rants, frayed nerves or not.
I have learned the hard way that I do have a tendency to over-exaggerate to make a point. Unfortunately, the substance behind my words often gets lost. For example, was I really ceasing my friendship with Carole because she was smoking pink cigarettes? Of course not, I was just being flippant with a good friend who gets my humor.
The breakfast with Ramona, however, was a different matter. Yes, it was the aftermath of St. Barths, but my frustration with Ramona had been building for a long time and finally it came to a head. It is so much easier to say nothing and ignore things, but a cancer growing is not good either. While I sounded shrill, I could not keep it all bottled inside any longer.