Tirade

It is very rare that I ‘lose it’ and when I do, I usually feel bad afterwards.
However, I have been on the receiving end of three, one from my sister in Sept 2007 when I had rung to wish her a happy birthday after finally finding a house after we moved away, one from ex partner in 1988 which is what resulted in my breakdown, and one from a work colleague/ex school class member who laid into me in the office after her dalliances with several guys was exposed after my then husband had invited hers over for a meal in 1980. You can read about that here

Written for FOWC 11th May

 

 

 

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I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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6 Responses to Tirade

  1. willowdot21 says:

    Sometimes you just can’t escape it, but three that’s shows real temper control! 💜

  2. I’m guilty of the tirade and I must say I don’t like that about myself. It’s a recent phenomenon too, I never used to get butt hurt and then say something about the hurt. Even today I had some nosy $%#!Q in the drive-up lane when I was buying breakfast who advised me to go to the dial-up and pick-up lane if I didn’t like how slow the dweeb two cars in front was ordering. I yelled right back and told Mr. Nosy to mind his own freakin’ business and why did he assume I even had a cell phone (which is how the dial-up option works). I’m sorry you had to put up with nasty people being nasty. One small consolation might be that I’m positive (because I’m one of those nasty folks sometimes) that it hurt them more than it hurt you!

    • Sis and I are miles apart in every sense of the word now, and I am totally indifferent to her. She always used to goad me into an argument in front of her friends and put me down, until I learned not to rise to the bait and walk away, which probably embarrassed her immensely.

  3. Carol anne says:

    I hate being on the recieving end! I rarely lose it myself, it takes a lot for me to really lose it!

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