Have you ever just lost it?

[gruntlabor]

Oy vay, I lose it so often. Did at CVS. They have new systems where the customer must work the computers. I refused. Not there to work. Clerk, who knows me though I don't remember her, "handled" me wonderfully. We even shared a laugh at the end.

HATE CVS. HATE.

That's not "losing it", Pepper. That's just not being sheeplike.

 

[Pepper]

That's not "losing it", Pepper. That's just not being sheeplike.

Yes, BUT, I did it LOUDLY and used foul language in my rant against CVS. Words like F... and S.... One of clerks, who knows me for 20 years, laughed his head off.

 

[gruntlabor]

Yes, BUT, I did it LOUDLY and used foul language in my rant against CVS. Words like F... and S.... One of clerks, who knows me for 20 years, laughed his head off.

(shrinking) Oh, okay

 

[Fritz]

Sometimes I get stressed out and swear and throw things at home but I'm by myself. I hafta be pretty mad to do it. I try to stay calm as a cucumber at work.

 

[Babs2u]

In a relationship these things can escalate. Being single I only have myself to argue with.

 

[oldman]

Throwing a tantrum is not in my DNA, but my sister sure could make up for what I couldn’t.

In aviation, like most careers, there are things that are upsetting or annoying. United would go nuts when schedules went behind and sometimes I was their punching bag, I guess you could call me. One summer afternoon, a line of thunderstorms were passing through in Miami. High winds and torrential downpours were involved. The FAA advised against departing, so as Captain, I held the flight. I called for a 30 minute delay. We hadn’t started boarding yet, so my passengers were comfortable in the terminal.

We were an hour and a half late leaving Miami, so when we landed in D.C., my supervisor was waiting for me. He must have had a lot of late planes because it didn’t take him very long to unload on me. Usually, he was a good guy to work with, but not that day. I let him fly off the handle and he used me for his punching bag. After it was over I walked away. A half hour later, he apologized and life went on.

 

[Imogene]

No I’m not the abusive type. Angry sometimes if pushed enough? Yes!
But I’m not abusive.
I’m more of a live and let live type of person Nothing I enjoy more than enjoying a quiet, peaceful existence.

You sound a lot like my late husband — he was unpredictable- continually like an M-80 with its pin pulled. He could be in the best mood walking through the door from work and by the time he got to the back of the house to change clothes, he might be a raving lunatic to the point of making the one dog a nervous wreck.

He made the horses nervous, even on his good days so he only helped with barn chores and only in my presence.

He was not abusive and was great at tap dancing around anything sounding verbally abusive, but nonetheless, his verbal behavior was abusive. His snot faced attitude was why I stopped cooking years ago, because he complained about everything. I told him to cook his own food which he did but at least once a week he would throw it in the garbage because what he fixed didn’t suit him.

This man was not my son’s father, nor was he ever in the military, but I say all this because he had deep rooted anger issues over something early in his life and so do you. I am sorry but you remind me too much of life with late husband to give you any sympathy. My deepest sympathy is, however, with your wife.

It would be great if you could find qualified help, but sometimes those so-called qualified people are less Help than not doing anything.

Best wishes to you.

 

[Warrigal]

As a child I was described as "placid".

As a young wife I sometimes found myself seething over some small slight and rather than talk to my husband about it I would bottle my hurt up until it festered into anger. I would stay angry for several days but still kept it inside until eventually I calmed down and decided that it was time to let it go.

Hubby was usually oblivious to what was going on inside my head. He, on the other hand, tended to break things when angry and one night in a fit of anger fuelled by alcohol, he overturned a large piece of furniture, breaking all of my glassware. Then he stormed off into the night, but I didn't wait around. I left the house because I felt unsafe and spent the night in a motel. I did phone him to say that I wasn't coming home until morning, and that we would talk then.

That was the last time I saw him lose it.

 

[gruntlabor]

You sound a lot like my late husband — he was unpredictable- continually like an M-80 with its pin pulled. He could be in the best mood walking through the door from work and by the time he got to the back of the house to change clothes, he might be a raving lunatic to the point of making the one dog a nervous wreck.

He made the horses nervous, even on his good days so he only helped with barn chores and only in my presence.

He was not abusive and was great at tap dancing around anything sounding verbally abusive, but nonetheless, his verbal behavior was abusive. His snot faced attitude was why I stopped cooking years ago, because he complained about everything. I told him to cook his own food which he did but at least once a week he would throw it in the garbage because what he fixed didn’t suit him.

This man was not my son’s father, nor was he ever in the military, but I say all this because he had deep rooted anger issues over something early in his life and so do you. I am sorry but you remind me too much of life with late husband to give you any sympathy. My deepest sympathy is, however, with your wife.

It would be great if you could find qualified help, but sometimes those so-called qualified people are less Help than not doing anything.

Best wishes to you.

It would have been very little trouble for Mrs. GP44 to have kept the beans separate from the chili. Just a little bit of love and caring from her would have made a lovely evening together in front of the tv.
There is a reason we do not speak ill of the dead. It is because they can't defend themselves.

 

[Imogene]

It would have been very little trouble for Mrs. GP44 to have kept the beans separate from the chili. Just a little bit of love and caring from her would have made a lovely evening together in front of the tv.
There is a reason we do not speak ill of the dead. It is because they can't defend themselves.

It is also possible Mrs. GP44 has tolerated said actions for so many years that she was weary of the whole dog and pony show, and gave up. In spite of what many men might think, women are not doormats; sooner or later we will either say “do it yourself” or leave.

How I speak of my late husband is my business - you don’t know any of the story - I haven’t said anything here I didn’t say directly to him. He had many great attributes, but I spent years telling him that life with him was often two steps forward and one step backward. His outbursts were not limited to home, yet many came to his Celebration of Life that I put together for him because the other side of his personality was very likable.