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.
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.