She says to me, “but you have been yelling at me all day!”
She is in tears in a crumbled ball on the freshly vacuumed rug.
But I haven’t been yelling at her all day. Yes, in that moment I did yell. Her whining of not being able to get dressed on her own was more than I could handle at that moment. I yelled. I called out her age. But I hadn’t been yelling at her all day. That was fact.
She said I had been yelling at her all day. That was her truth.