My love and I were our with the neighbors for a 30th surprise birthday party. From start to finish and everything in between was so much, I'm so happy I was a part of it. Throughout the evening little did I know that my love was dealing with a douche bag in disguise. I later to come find this out as he was about to rage out on this pea-brain individual. At this point the whole lot of us were inebriated. I was not as bad as the rest since drinking is completely different for me now that I have switched to a gluten free diet. I drink less because I drink wine now. I don't chug it and I get a buzz a lot quicker than anything.
I go outside to get some air and notice my love is 2 seconds from losing his mind with rage. Trying to figure out what was going on and what might happen in the near near future, like my husband going through a wall, I decide that it is time to go. I am one all about options. I assess situations and come up with 2 possible decisions to make with different outcomes. So 1. either confront this little douche bag and let's be done with it. Or 2. we're leaving. Apparently the options I had to given were both unacceptable, leaving my husband snorting steam from his nostrils about to go all "Torro" at dude.
So, I took it upon myself to get down to the bottom of this. I went into confronted the douche bag at hand and to no surprise this little POS had nothing to say to me. In the mean time a good girl friend of mine proceeded to put herself in between myself and said douche. Without running her over and trying to explain the situation, MissMissyMissCalmDown made the wrong move in deciding to tell me what to do and how to do it. As controlled as I could be defending my lunatic of a husband, I explained this dispute and nothing to do with her and this little shit had some explaining to do. Within a few minutes Senor Douche stands up and decides to tell me "F*** your husband".
Exsqueeze me? Does this dude not know a slightly disturbed I am and what damage I am capable of? Apparently not. I take a couple steps closer to him and MissMissyMiss is not getting her way, I'm not agreeing with her and now she's taken the side of this guy, explaining some shit about he's our friends cousin blah blah blah. I don't give a fly monkey fawk who's cousin this is, I'm gonna drag this guy out and show him us Polish ladies handle disrespect in the family.
At this moment MissMissyMiss has been offended and telling me to leaving. I tell her how much of a douche her friend is, get her priorities straight and proceed out the door, dragging my husband behind me to the truck. I would like to say it ended there but it didn't. At home there was more Tasmanian devil like behavior but that's not here or there right now.
Since MissMissyMiss is(was, pretty sure still is) a friend of mine, I chose NOT to run her over, toss her to the side or verbally slice her apart. I chose to leave before I left bodies on the floor. Aren't I nice? I make it into bed and wake to a voice mail from my friend wanting to talk it out and move on. Usually I'm not one to sweep things under the rug. I like to acknowledge, dissect and move forward. After a day or so I decided this was ONE instance that was never to be talked over again. No good was going to come up it.
Moral of the story: If I have something to say, 93% of the time it's with good reason and well deserved. Let the chips fall where they may. Don't make fights that aren't your own and just sit back and enjoy the ride. Get in my way and there's a small chance I'll either push you, climb or pick you up and set you out of my way. It's not wise to stand there all toughy tough and get verbally slaughtered.
Thank God these instances so far and few in between.
Lovingly yours, Merry Ms Berry
I go outside to get some air and notice my love is 2 seconds from losing his mind with rage. Trying to figure out what was going on and what might happen in the near near future, like my husband going through a wall, I decide that it is time to go. I am one all about options. I assess situations and come up with 2 possible decisions to make with different outcomes. So 1. either confront this little douche bag and let's be done with it. Or 2. we're leaving. Apparently the options I had to given were both unacceptable, leaving my husband snorting steam from his nostrils about to go all "Torro" at dude.
So, I took it upon myself to get down to the bottom of this. I went into confronted the douche bag at hand and to no surprise this little POS had nothing to say to me. In the mean time a good girl friend of mine proceeded to put herself in between myself and said douche. Without running her over and trying to explain the situation, MissMissyMissCalmDown made the wrong move in deciding to tell me what to do and how to do it. As controlled as I could be defending my lunatic of a husband, I explained this dispute and nothing to do with her and this little shit had some explaining to do. Within a few minutes Senor Douche stands up and decides to tell me "F*** your husband".
Exsqueeze me? Does this dude not know a slightly disturbed I am and what damage I am capable of? Apparently not. I take a couple steps closer to him and MissMissyMiss is not getting her way, I'm not agreeing with her and now she's taken the side of this guy, explaining some shit about he's our friends cousin blah blah blah. I don't give a fly monkey fawk who's cousin this is, I'm gonna drag this guy out and show him us Polish ladies handle disrespect in the family.
At this moment MissMissyMiss has been offended and telling me to leaving. I tell her how much of a douche her friend is, get her priorities straight and proceed out the door, dragging my husband behind me to the truck. I would like to say it ended there but it didn't. At home there was more Tasmanian devil like behavior but that's not here or there right now.
Since MissMissyMiss is(was, pretty sure still is) a friend of mine, I chose NOT to run her over, toss her to the side or verbally slice her apart. I chose to leave before I left bodies on the floor. Aren't I nice? I make it into bed and wake to a voice mail from my friend wanting to talk it out and move on. Usually I'm not one to sweep things under the rug. I like to acknowledge, dissect and move forward. After a day or so I decided this was ONE instance that was never to be talked over again. No good was going to come up it.
Moral of the story: If I have something to say, 93% of the time it's with good reason and well deserved. Let the chips fall where they may. Don't make fights that aren't your own and just sit back and enjoy the ride. Get in my way and there's a small chance I'll either push you, climb or pick you up and set you out of my way. It's not wise to stand there all toughy tough and get verbally slaughtered.
Thank God these instances so far and few in between.
Lovingly yours, Merry Ms Berry
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