Borrow this poem I wrote from me and give it to her so she know how you really feel then give her some time.
The Lord strolled through his garden
My prayers barely had time to start
He bent and plucked a precious flower
And weaved it into my heart
"A true friend is what you need." He said.
As he sprinkled the flawless bud with dew
I smiled my thanks for the gift to Him
And the perfect gift turned into you
give her space and reflect on her anger