When she got home, she came forward to give me a hug and I made no move toward her. W: Are you mad at me? H: Yes. W: Why? H: I feel deceived. W: Deceived?! About what? H: About how you view kissing. W rolls eyes. H: Right. It's not important, because it's something I care about. She begins tirade, about how she's the one who feels deceived, about x,y,z...etc. When I say "tirade," I mean yelling, red face, the whole thing. W: If you feel deceived, then leave!
Of course, she is the one who had to leave, to take DD4 to her swimming lesson.
