One daughter is like her dad and blows up, then comes down and lets it go. The other holds grudges and tells everyone nasty things about her sister. They are both wrong, and I was captive in that car during their fight. They both blamed me for not sticking up for them! They don't get it at all. One has two kids; the other has none. It was a vicious fight because neither could walk away.

I wrote about it. Reflections on a Weekend That Brought Me to Tears