This weekend has been all about learning what happens when people screw with my family. I don’t like it. Apparently, not at all. Psycho-chick from Mars might be a good description.
Not once….
Not twice….
Three times it happened in three different situations in three days.
Brought on by people I was supposed to be able to trust.
The third time was just too much. I went bat-shit. I can’t remember another time in my life when I had to be pulled off another human being and physically held back.
Not my finest moment.
I really want to go home again to my nice quiet life where I don’t have to justify anything to anyone.
Unfortunately, there’s still one more hurdle to get over tomorrow. Considering my track record this weekend, maybe I’ll sit this one out and let the Hubster take over.
*sigh*
I don’t know how helpful the outburst was, but I’m sure it was totally justified.
It wasn’t helpful at all. It was like throwing napalm on a gasoline fire. I don’t even know what came over me. I just don’t do that. I truly just snapped.
We all have our breaking points. I’ve been right on the edge a few times. I think I understand completely.
I didn’t mind being able to grope you in front of everyone while at the same time not even being noticed.
Oh, wait, bad God, bad! You should never attack your fellow human like that. 25 Hail Mary’s and beg God for forgiveness!