Oh I should have read this before posting my previous post!
It takes a lot for me to lose it, and when I do, look out. Not that I’m violent, but let’s just say I tend to lash out.
I’m turning this round and going to write about when someone ranted at me.
After HE had been away for one of his regular weekends with the lads, he found out that I’d had a visitor stay overnight who he despised. The fact that this guy’s wife had left him after only a few weeks and he wanted someone to talk to had nothing to do with it.
I had four kids in the house, and as we’d opened a bottle of wine or two, the couch was his for the taking.
HE started on at me about who I could and couldn’t have in the house when he was away (my name was also on the mortgage, so it was my home too).
HE accused me of checking out my ‘old haunts’ when visiting my parents.
HE shouted that I’d had a one night stand when I went to see a sick friend, also in my home town (my elderly friend died, and I didn’t get to say goodbye).
HE yelled that I’d sleep with anything in trousers.
In short, I suddenly had over 6 years of his resentment (??!) thrown at me in a matter of as many minutes and the neighbours both sides of us and opposite heard him.
I lost it, and he got my full cup of coffee thrown in his face.
I don’t know who was more surprised.
But it shut him up.