it was 2 years ago. My parents in town to watch the WVU pep rally and the football game the next day. I called my parents to let them know I was done with practice and would be downtown for the pep rally soon. Unbeknownst to me, my ex-boyfriends was next sitting next to my parents when I called. After arguing with my father about calling me, he does. He was beggin me for get back together with him. I kept saying no. I had been getting to know my current boyfriend at the time. I was soo mad I was shaking. My roommate was gatting scared. I was couldn't believe just how thick him skull was. He kept telling me that I didn't mean what I was saying. I'm getting mad just thinking of it. After the argument, I took a quick shower, then went to the pep rally. I met my parents then went to get some food from the food court in the Student Union. He came up to me while I was in line saying the same things he had said on the phone. He eventually called me an f****ing b***h then left. He then went up to one of my friends whom he blamed for our beak up, jacked her up against the wall and threatened her. I was more pissed that he did that to one of my friends. The pep rally went on with out a hitch, but when I was leaving, he went up to my parents telling them that I was a ***** and other lies. I wasn't with him I was with my friends and my current boyfriend. He harrassed me for the next year, trying to break up my relationship and made my life a living hell. Thankfully he graduated and haven't spoken to me in about a year... THANK GOD!!!!
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What's the maddest you've ever been?
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Well I'm half Italian and half Polish so the Italian in me gets insanely, filled with revenge,
mad and then the Polish in me doesn't know what to do with the anger!
I can't give a specific example of when I was most mad, but there are so many things that make me mad it would be too long a list. I'd have to list the top 100 things to narrow it down!
I can't give a specific example of when I was most mad, but there are so many things that make me mad it would be too long a list. I'd have to list the top 100 things to narrow it down!
While growing up and even in high school, there were these twins in my class who always thought they were better than everybody else, but of course they weren't and their behavior led to them only having each other as friends....anyway, one day in 5th grade gym class while playing soccer outside (the kind where you had a number and if your number was called, you played). Unfortuanately, I was standing next to the twins and they were saying terrible things about me to eachother like I wasn't even there! They were saying how I was was bad at sports, among many other things. At first I asked them reather nicely to shut up. I then just told them bluntly at least 3 more times to "Shut up!" They STILL didn't let up! This took place over the entire class period. I was fed up...I ended up hitting one of the twins (the one who was talking about me at the time and who seemed like she could go on forever). Of course being the whiners they were, they went and told the gym teacher. The gym teacher NEVER approached me about it, nor did anyone else. I'm pretty sure he knew what they were saying because afterall. However, when their mom saw my mom, she told my mom that SHE thought I should apologize for hitting her, and my mom told her that she didn't expect me too, and that she knew what happened and WHY I hit her. The girl came up to me and apologized.
They STILL were witches all through school despite the incident!!! They were average basketball players at best and if we won a game, it was all because of them. If we lost, it was all because of everyone else!!! We finally told the coach and he talked about it with everyone (and them) and all about being a team etc. They left crying...oh well!
They STILL were witches all through school despite the incident!!! They were average basketball players at best and if we won a game, it was all because of them. If we lost, it was all because of everyone else!!! We finally told the coach and he talked about it with everyone (and them) and all about being a team etc. They left crying...oh well!
Before my Dad died, we would always find his coffee cup, his glasses and newspaper in the same spot every morning. He and my daughter were very close, and I think his death hit her harder that it did any of us.
On his birthday several years ago, my soulless demon of a creepy sister set his things at the table before the rest of us got up. My daughter saw them, and she said for a moment she was happy again, seeing her Papa's stuff. Then it hit her that he was gone and it was like losing him again. It freaked her out so badly that she ran out the door and chugged nearly a half gallon of antifreeze before we could stop her.
When I confronted her about why she had done this, she said she couldn't find her glasses so she was using his. She had this "I am sooo cute and innocent" look on her face that she always got when she was trying to weasel out of one of the many disgusting things she has done over the years.
And people wonder why I hate her. I could have cheerfully killed her that day.
On his birthday several years ago, my soulless demon of a creepy sister set his things at the table before the rest of us got up. My daughter saw them, and she said for a moment she was happy again, seeing her Papa's stuff. Then it hit her that he was gone and it was like losing him again. It freaked her out so badly that she ran out the door and chugged nearly a half gallon of antifreeze before we could stop her.
When I confronted her about why she had done this, she said she couldn't find her glasses so she was using his. She had this "I am sooo cute and innocent" look on her face that she always got when she was trying to weasel out of one of the many disgusting things she has done over the years.
And people wonder why I hate her. I could have cheerfully killed her that day.
Years ago, when my son Cameron was 9 months old, my ex husband and I were staying with HIS ex-wife (Yes, I know... LONG STORY). The 2 of them got into an arguement, and when I tried to stop it, she threatened me, by asking me if I wanted some of her next. She then shoved the door of the bedroom they were argueing in, right at the time that my son was crawling in between the door & the doorjam. Instead of the door slamming, the door hit him. All I saw was RED
and I attacked her. Then I threw a half full can of pop directly at her face!
When someone hurts my children....I go insane!
I have a bad temper.
The great thing about this now is.. I am no longer with that man, and my life is no longer filled with the kind of drama mentioned above! My kids and I are happy & drama free.
When someone hurts my children....I go insane!
The great thing about this now is.. I am no longer with that man, and my life is no longer filled with the kind of drama mentioned above! My kids and I are happy & drama free.
I have a very quick temper... Everyone tells me that I get mad at anything... I've been trying to work at not letting things get me so angry but sometimes you just can't control it... I think the most angry I've ever been was over a series of events that occurred during October and November this past year... It's actually a really long story but I got into a fight with 2 of the girls that I used to be friends with at my old job because they were lying to me and everyone else about their relationship with Adrian... The last straw was when one of the girls called me one night and demanded to speak to him... I flipped out and started screaming at her and then threw the phone at him... (I had been drinking that night but I would have been mad either way)... Then she called me again at 6:30 the next morning, telling me that he's a loser, accusing him of sleeping with her, and lying to her... I started screaming back at her about how it was impossible for him to be sleeping with her because he had been with me when the supposedly slept together and that he had no obligation to tell her where he was because she's not his wife/girlfriend/mother... Adrian woke up and grabbed the phone from me... he immediately hung it up but we were both really mad!
I was fuming for the rest of the day... and every time I think about how the 2 of them lied about me and him to everyone I just wanna put my fist thru a wall....
Honestly, I think the overriding factor in this is the health issue. He was putting my health, my life at risk. I was grateful to the friend that finally told me what had been happening. And they were there to pick up the pieces - but I was pretty pissed that they let it go that long without telling me. I actually turned to some other friends for comfort first because I felt betrayed. Maybe not all people would react the way I did, but in the times we live in of rampant STDs/HIV, I can't imagine not telling someone if I knew something like that.
This all happened with my friend before the days of AIDS. You are right about that. I agree with you, if it happened today, there would be more urgency to tell my friend.
Oh, here's a good one, & forgive me if I ramble...
My ex & I moved from florida to california, stayed there about 6 years & returned to Florida, to stay with his Grandmother for awhile, till we got on our feet. Well, she was a crazy old crow, & we used to go over to his Mom's apartment to get away, his Mom worked nights, so we would basically just sit & watch t.v. His Mom is like a collector FREAK- every horizontal surface of her house was covered in what I call dust collecting junk. I could go on & on about this crazy family, but anyway, around Christmas, we went over & there is a card on the coffee table from the home shopping network, thanking ME for being such a good customer!! My heart starts to pound. What the @$#%#@ is this? Oh, he says, my Mom isn't like your sister, blah blah, always giving me a hard time about my jailbird sister. So I act all casual, going into the kitchen, acting like I want a drink of water, knowing where she keeps her bills, in this little thing that hangs on the wall...being sneaky. Sure enough, there are bills from these mail order places with MY name on them! That b%^&$ was using my name while I was working my butt off in CA, hardly able to afford anything extra for myself, & she was buying more junk, this sick, selfish woman.
You don't know rage until someone has stolen your name. Someone who acts like they are better than you, while all they are is a common thief. I would have killed her, had she have been there. I'm serious, I would have beaten that woman to within an inch of her life, & would be in prison right now.
Did I press charges? No. The family helped us out at the time, I had no job, nowhere to go. I felt like such a sell-out. But being that I left her son, if I ever see her in public, she's mine. I will verbally tear that woman apart.
My ex & I moved from florida to california, stayed there about 6 years & returned to Florida, to stay with his Grandmother for awhile, till we got on our feet. Well, she was a crazy old crow, & we used to go over to his Mom's apartment to get away, his Mom worked nights, so we would basically just sit & watch t.v. His Mom is like a collector FREAK- every horizontal surface of her house was covered in what I call dust collecting junk. I could go on & on about this crazy family, but anyway, around Christmas, we went over & there is a card on the coffee table from the home shopping network, thanking ME for being such a good customer!! My heart starts to pound. What the @$#%#@ is this? Oh, he says, my Mom isn't like your sister, blah blah, always giving me a hard time about my jailbird sister. So I act all casual, going into the kitchen, acting like I want a drink of water, knowing where she keeps her bills, in this little thing that hangs on the wall...being sneaky. Sure enough, there are bills from these mail order places with MY name on them! That b%^&$ was using my name while I was working my butt off in CA, hardly able to afford anything extra for myself, & she was buying more junk, this sick, selfish woman.
You don't know rage until someone has stolen your name. Someone who acts like they are better than you, while all they are is a common thief. I would have killed her, had she have been there. I'm serious, I would have beaten that woman to within an inch of her life, & would be in prison right now.
Did I press charges? No. The family helped us out at the time, I had no job, nowhere to go. I felt like such a sell-out. But being that I left her son, if I ever see her in public, she's mine. I will verbally tear that woman apart.
We (my wife, Betty, and I) bought a small acreage in middle tennessee to have a place to go to in order to "get back to nature", and I was interested in putting in crops to enhance the deer population, and I was advised by the local farm store to put in Buckwheat.
I had seen Buckwheat grow, and when it blooms in the spring, it is full of little white blossoms, and is beautiful, and then in the fall, the grain, a little triangle shaped kernel is eaten by the birds and deer.
I had about ten acres of upland pasture cleared, plowed, and disced, and told the farm store manager what I was doing, and he assured me that I was doing the right thing, that the deer would love the crop, and when they browsed in it, they would eat most of it, but they would knock a lot of the grain to the ground and step on it, and it would come back the next spring, and would be a perennial fixture, needing little or no maintanance.
He sold me the bags of seed, and in the fall, Betty and I and a nephew and another hired hand spent the better part of the day broadcasting the seed over the prepared ground.
I couldn't wait for spring, and was happy as could be as the seed started sprouting, and when it bloomed, it looked like a snowstorm had hit, 10 acres of beautiful white, a sight to behold.
As the blossoms faded and summer wore on, I was watching for the grain to mature and start to open and drop, and when it was obvious that the pods were starting to get ready to open, I couldn't wait, and tore into some of the pods, and there was NOTHING in them ! Flabbergasted, I tore into more of the pods, and it slowly dawned on me that the seed I was sold had been hybrid, and made the plant only, and did not reproduce.
I can understand now more of what drives people when they do something rash, and people say, "wonder why he would do something like that?"
The 10 acres that we had put so much work (and money) into was let go back to bramble and briar, and we never felt the same about the place after that, and we sold it a few years ago, but I will always remember the manager of the farm store and how he did me.
Forgive him ? ? It will be a long time in coming, I think.
I had seen Buckwheat grow, and when it blooms in the spring, it is full of little white blossoms, and is beautiful, and then in the fall, the grain, a little triangle shaped kernel is eaten by the birds and deer.
I had about ten acres of upland pasture cleared, plowed, and disced, and told the farm store manager what I was doing, and he assured me that I was doing the right thing, that the deer would love the crop, and when they browsed in it, they would eat most of it, but they would knock a lot of the grain to the ground and step on it, and it would come back the next spring, and would be a perennial fixture, needing little or no maintanance.
He sold me the bags of seed, and in the fall, Betty and I and a nephew and another hired hand spent the better part of the day broadcasting the seed over the prepared ground.
I couldn't wait for spring, and was happy as could be as the seed started sprouting, and when it bloomed, it looked like a snowstorm had hit, 10 acres of beautiful white, a sight to behold.
As the blossoms faded and summer wore on, I was watching for the grain to mature and start to open and drop, and when it was obvious that the pods were starting to get ready to open, I couldn't wait, and tore into some of the pods, and there was NOTHING in them ! Flabbergasted, I tore into more of the pods, and it slowly dawned on me that the seed I was sold had been hybrid, and made the plant only, and did not reproduce.
I can understand now more of what drives people when they do something rash, and people say, "wonder why he would do something like that?"
The 10 acres that we had put so much work (and money) into was let go back to bramble and briar, and we never felt the same about the place after that, and we sold it a few years ago, but I will always remember the manager of the farm store and how he did me.
Forgive him ? ? It will be a long time in coming, I think.
