On a lighter note, here’s a tidbit about a Regency-era (1810) cat fight (from the 1810 Belle Assemblee):
A singular conflict lately took place in Cardiganshire. Two women, one eighty-eight years of age and the other eighty-six, who for nearly sixty years had been the most intimate friends, quarrelled respecting a hank of yarn, and after a war of words proceeded to blows: the anger of each, however, being greater than their strength, a drawn battle was agreed on in order that they might on the following day fight it out with sticks, and the bellman of the town was employed to announce the affray. After beating each other most unmercifully, the Magistrates interfered and put an end to the contest.
O, the wrath of a woman! But I find it fascinating that a hank of yarn could have caused such a violent break-up of a sixty-year friendship…
But then again, I have lost some friendships over silly things. Once, I was stupid and let a tiny secret slip (no one in the crowd “got it,” thank goodness), but the person whose secret it was never forgave me. I’ve always felt horrible about that one…sigh
Have you ever had a relationship break up for a silly reason? I’ll pick one poster to win 5 books of their choice from the swag I brought home from the RWA conference (and/or a mix of my own books). Your choice!