Why I was mad

When you insult me at dinner, tell me I am a terrible person and then get everyone else at the table to agree, I will get upset. I don't care if it came off as joking, I know that deep down it was real. You were listing off stuff that I know has actually hurt you in the past. Then you go and child me afterwards and tell me to basically get over myself. No, that will not help. THEN you come upstairs and demand that we have a meeting, and I am as pissed as hell off at you and you just didn't get it. I was so close to tears at that point. As a matter of fact, the instant you left to get the binder I did cry a little. I just wanted it to be done. Then I tried to be nice while the meeting was going on and understand what you were trying to tell me, but you'd just yell at me everytime I'd ask a question. THAT was why I was upset that night. Not just because I had a "headache".