Have you ever just lost it?

I threw an unopened can of soup at my husband once. He was standing about 10 feet away, laughing his a** off.

Why? Because for my entire life, I have not thrown anything that landed anywhere near my target. For the last 20 years, about half the time I throw something, I get a rotator cuff injury (or tennis elbow with snowballs). I can shoot straight, and I am great at playing racquetball. So why am I a lousy thrower?
 

WheatenLover said:
I threw an unopened can of soup at my husband once. He was standing about 10 feet away, laughing his a** off.

Why? Because for my entire life, I have not thrown anything that landed anywhere near my target. For the last 20 years, about half the time I throw something, I get a rotator cuff injury (or tennis elbow with snowballs). I can shoot straight, and I am great at playing racquetball. So why am I a lousy thrower?
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Throw more gently at first...keep practicing...tell your husband to stand closer next time!
 
VeggieMan said:
Throw more gently at first...keep practicing...tell your husband to stand closer next time!
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I can't keep practicing because I like to practice by pretending to be a major league pitcher, because it is fun. Hence the aforesaid injuries.

The one time I threw a can, nothing bad happened (nothing broke), but I gave up can throwing -- once, and done. I could have hit the china cabinet and broken all my china! Now that would have been bad! A broken husband, OTOH, can be fixed! :cool:
 
WheatenLover said:
I can't keep practicing because I like to practice by pretending to be a major league pitcher, because it is fun. Hence the aforesaid injuries.

The one time I threw a can, nothing bad happened (nothing broke), but I gave up can throwing -- once, and done. I could have hit the china cabinet and broken all my china! Now that would have been bad! A broken husband, OTOH, can be fixed! :cool:
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Love your attitude and sense of humor. Use plastic china next time...
 
I am pretty good natured and rarely get mad. When I do get mad though, I get so mad that I can't put two words together that make sense and sometimes those four-letter words might come out. I guess they call that pent up anger. When my husband was alive, I never heard a curse word come out of his mouth except once. When he did say the curse word, I felt so bad because I'm sure he had to have picked it up from me. After that, when I'd get upset, I'd try to watch what I said. It sounded so out of character for him.
 
TeePee said:
I am pretty good natured and rarely get mad. When I do get mad though, I get so mad that I can't put two words together that make sense and sometimes those four-letter words might come out. I guess they call that pent up anger. When my husband was alive, I never heard a curse word come out of his mouth except once. When he did say the curse word, I felt so bad because I'm sure he had to have picked it up from me. After that, when I'd get upset, I'd try to watch what I said. It sounded so out of character for him.
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I have a feeling that you don't get mad that often.
 
TeePee said:
I am pretty good natured and rarely get mad. When I do get mad though, I get so mad that I can't put two words together that make sense and sometimes those four-letter words might come out. I guess they call that pent up anger. When my husband was alive, I never heard a curse word come out of his mouth except once. When he did say the curse word, I felt so bad because I'm sure he had to have picked it up from me. After that, when I'd get upset, I'd try to watch what I said. It sounded so out of character for him.
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I have bad anxiety so sometimes I can't help it.
 
Sure, I used to get upset, but never lost control. I would grab a coffee or a Coke and take a walk around the grounds thinking about good memories. I think I get that from my Dad. Although I was only 9 when Dad was killed, I remember when he would become upset and wouldn’t say much, if anything. He would shutdown.
 
Been There said:
Sure, I used to get upset, but never lost control. I would grab a coffee or a Coke and take a walk around the grounds thinking about good memories. I think I get that from my Dad. Although I was only 9 when Dad was killed, I remember when he would become upset and wouldn’t say much, if anything. He would shutdown.
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Sorry to hear you lost your Dad at such a young age. That wasn't an easy thing to live with for you.
 
Della said:
It is in my DNA. I get it from my father and it's a physical thing. I never hit anyone in my life or yelled at a person, but I can get angry. Very angry.

One time when I was working as a drive-thru teller a customer got mad because I had told him, nicely, that he had insufficient funds to cash his check. He sent a nasty dirty rag back to me in the cannister. Suddenly I literally saw red, like looking through a red cellophane wrapper. I had to pretend I'd dropped something and duck down to the floor for a few minutes.

I've been aware of a certain danger ever since, so I try not to "lose it" even when I'm alone. It's very dangerous. Anger releases stress hormones, raises blood pressure and can cause strokes and heart attacks.

I understand GP44 perfectly. Call him abusive, say the issue was petty -- that's not what it was about. It was a build up of frustration starting with seeing the beans which has clearly been an issue for a long time, having to pick them out, and then dropping the plate. I will also add the physical issues of over sleeping in the afternoon and bending over to pick it all up, both causing blood pressure to rise.

I don't see Mrs. GP as the entirely innocent victim of abuse in all this. My first husband once gave me the silent treatment for a whole year, it's another way love can diminish. She wasn't hit, she was just yelled at, and clearly it's a rare thing. If she was afraid of GP44 she wouldn't keep preparing chilli with beans and if the division of labor in their house is that she cooks the meals, why should he have to cook his own? I'm sure GP has apologized, maybe he can discuss it with her and explain what triggers it for him.

The last time I lost it, I was home alone, putting away the last load of laundry after a full day of house work and I found a pair of underpants in my son's hamper. I was enraged. Not at my son, but at the existence of the underpants. I yelled and screamed, frightening the dog and felt like I'd had a mini-stroke when I was done. I wish I knew how to keep it from happening, other than come to a complete stop when I feel it rising. I wish I had a backyard swing to go sit in.
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I hear you and understand how it is, been there too
 
Della said:
It is in my DNA. I get it from my father and it's a physical thing. I never hit anyone in my life or yelled at a person, but I can get angry. Very angry.

One time when I was working as a drive-thru teller a customer got mad because I had told him, nicely, that he had insufficient funds to cash his check. He sent a nasty dirty rag back to me in the cannister. Suddenly I literally saw red, like looking through a red cellophane wrapper. I had to pretend I'd dropped something and duck down to the floor for a few minutes.

I've been aware of a certain danger ever since, so I try not to "lose it" even when I'm alone. It's very dangerous. Anger releases stress hormones, raises blood pressure and can cause strokes and heart attacks.

I understand GP44 perfectly. Call him abusive, say the issue was petty -- that's not what it was about. It was a build up of frustration starting with seeing the beans which has clearly been an issue for a long time, having to pick them out, and then dropping the plate. I will also add the physical issues of over sleeping in the afternoon and bending over to pick it all up, both causing blood pressure to rise.

I don't see Mrs. GP as the entirely innocent victim of abuse in all this. My first husband once gave me the silent treatment for a whole year, it's another way love can diminish. She wasn't hit, she was just yelled at, and clearly it's a rare thing. If she was afraid of GP44 she wouldn't keep preparing chilli with beans and if the division of labor in their house is that she cooks the meals, why should he have to cook his own? I'm sure GP has apologized, maybe he can discuss it with her and explain what triggers it for him.

The last time I lost it, I was home alone, putting away the last load of laundry after a full day of house work and I found a pair of underpants in my son's hamper. I was enraged. Not at my son, but at the existence of the underpants. I yelled and screamed, frightening the dog and felt like I'd had a mini-stroke when I was done. I wish I knew how to keep it from happening, other than come to a complete stop when I feel it rising. I wish I had a backyard swing to go sit in.
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My better half had a childhood friend who became a heavy drinker, a street brawler, an aggressive, violent man with a bad heart. He could always feel his rages coming on. They began powerfully in his chest and kept rising until he blew.
He said he'd sort of learned to control it though. He would stop everything, sit, breathe, meditate (it's all good, everything is wonderful) until the attack of rage subsided. He died young of a heart attack.
 

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