I'm afraid of you. :pNahh, I'm not. I have this nice protective screen in front of me.Anyway, I've had this happen before but on a very minor scale...so I can't totally relate but this poem conveys pure wrath and I think it's brilliant. "You're the real **, I hope you burn in hell."Ouch. You asked for advice on what to do with her...but I'm sure the flames have died down by now, and if you aren't friends again then I think you should accept what she has done and rise above it. Show you're better than that. :pYours,~Beckie