Portia, a friend of my friend Linda, saw me in front of Linda’s house as I was about to get in a car. Portia came rushing toward me, talking at “the top of her lungs.”
She said she wanted some clothes returned to her that she had loaned to my deceased relative, Abigail. I told her that Abigail’s estate was in probate and that I would have to speak to the executor. Abigail had been deceased for almost six months.
Portia then said that she also wanted a medication she had given Abigail since her doctor would no longer prescribe it for her. I told her that I had not packed up Abigail’s possessions, so I did not know where her medication might be. However, I already knew that even if I found Portia’s medication, I would not give it to her since her doctor did not want her to take it anymore.
I contacted the executor, who told me that nothing was to be removed from Abigail’s house but that Portia could file paper’s in the county office to try to retrieve her belongings. I texted this info to Portia, and she sent me a very angry response.
I did not respond immediately but then decided to let her know that I did not appreciate her anger. Of course, she responded with a nastier text.
Portia has a reputation for cursing or yelling at folks if they do not do/say what she wants them to. Her ego will not let her change. I would just not interact with her. Of course, if I observed her in an emergency situation, I would put my dislike for her aside and do what I could to help.
I always wonder what part of the brain makes some people so full of anger and hatefulness. I also wonder why there are so many people who seem to respect hateful folks who arouse such fear. Too many people seem to confuse fear and respect. They are not the same.