Emotional Spent

Sorry I haven't written earlier. I have so many new pictures and videos of David to post. We've had a lot of fun this past week.
I have some pretty weighty decisions to make about a confrontation I felt I needed to have with someone. I spent all my emotional capital on making sure that I really did say what I needed to say. No regrets, nothing needlessly hurtful, no promises I wouldn't keep, no exaggeration and no comments based on emotion. A fact based conversation that help someone else see what has bothered me about her behavior.
Well, this afternoon the conversation was had. I have never been treated so poorly in my entire life. I've had some blow-outs. I'm an emotional person. I've said and done things that I've later had to apologize for, but be proud of me - I held my cool. I tried so hard to be tactful but not allow her to make me feel guilty for having negative emotions.
I told this person a lot of instances where that she had said to me or about me that I disagreed with, focusing on the past couple of months, but enlarging the scope as time progressed and denials flared. Seriously, I never been met with so much denial. She told me at least five times that she had never said that or she could not remember ever saying that or that she must have been a different person when she said that because she would never say that. And not just about what she said to me, but about what other people have told me that she said about me or the group that we are a part of. And not one apology. Like at all. Not even one of those fake apologizes, you know, like, "I'm sorry you feel that way." I think the best I got was "I can't believe I would ever say that." Which really isn't an apology. She denied even saying. Most confrontations, you argue about whether what was done was right or not, but we couldn't even get there because a lot of what I said she claimed never happened at all. It's like arguing about what's for dinner and the other person telling you that dinner doesn't exist.
And I got a whole lot of insult for my trouble, which I expected, but really, they were so low low low blows. I was told that I had hurt one of my dear friends (I've since confirmed that was just another lie) and that she never asked me to step up and help lead this group.
The whole conversation can be summed up in one sentence she said, "Thank God He doesn't expect me to be perfect." Seriously, don't take the Lord's name in vain to make yourself look better. God gave us free will and sure, he knows that we are not perfect. But you think that makes Him happy? You think he's up in Heaven rejoicing that you are a liar?
So basically, I have two options.
Go to the nearest mental health facility and check in because obviously I can't remember a single word that is said to me correctly
or
she's a complusive liar and I bow out of the group we are both a part of.
I think this would be easier if I was insane.
So, I'm spent. I'm going to finish hanging out with David, put him to bed and take a bath and then it's off to sleep for me too.