After simmering for almost 6 years, Miss done snapped and went off tonight.
Very cleansing.
History: The ex, LilMiss’s dad, and I are great friends. Every Wednesday night I drop LilMiss at a place where he and a bunch of his friends hang out. Sometimes I stay, sometimes I leave. Many of these friends were just coming into the picture when he and I split. They know other people in our core group of cronies and that is all they know of me- what they hear from others. For the most part, it’s all good. They do know of a horrific affair I had with someone in our group, but (according to the ex) they know I was burned as much as the guy was.
Except for Ann.
Ann thinks she knows me and my history. Ann don’t know shit. She is good pals with the guy I had the horrific affair with and cannot get it through her fried head that pain is a mutual thing. She also thinks I sleep with everyone I come across, as I have dated two other guys she knows. Yeah, that’s why I am a friggin’ nun in my downtime. Dated as in past tense, you twat. She thinks I want my ex back. Nope, we’re much better friends than lovers. And (per a bombshell dropped tonight) he is leaving his gf of 5 years and has found someone else. Whenever we are in the same room, all she can do is stare. Her husband will say “hi”, and he will be glared at. It’s quite silly, really, but it’s also a royal PITA. Her allegience is with the Ex’s gf. I’m shit.
Tonight, as I was walking out the door somewhat shaken by what the ex told me, I told LilMiss not to blow all her money on candy. It’s a running thing between her and I. One night she did (three candybars and a soda) and was wretchedly ill.
Ann: “SNORT Whatever.”
{insert look wherein eyebrows go up, eyes turn bright green, neck starts that chicken thing}
EXCUSE ME???
This TammyFaye beauty school reject had enough nerve to get in my face and tell me that what I say don’t mean jack, and why don’t I just run along home- she’ll watch my daughter since I seemed in such a hurry to leave.
From behind me I heard the Ex and a few others who do know me well say “Uh oh”, lol. 
Following is what I recollect from the exchange:
“Listen, you fake blonde hairsprayed to hell bitch, I don’t know who you think you are, but you ain’t nothing to me and mine. You don’t like me. Well, whoop-de-mother-fucking-do. You don’t watch my child, you don’t have nothing to do with my child. When she comes up here, you ask MY CHILD to babysit your kid, so I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. And what I fucking do when I leave ain’t NONE of your damn business, unless you can use it against me to spread gossip, right?”
“WHAT? But!”
And so on and so forth until my neck hurt and my mouth was dry.
I think the best part was when I called her a “leeching pestule that has nothing better to do than sit on her non-existant ass, eat Oreo’s, and wonder what having a life might be about.”
Okay, this may be lame to you, but for me it was delicious. I don’t get angry often, but when I do, someone will have scorchmarks down their back. This had been festering for a while.
The Ex clapped. Ann stared. LilMiss told me to take a breath.
And out I went.
Miss, may I be the first to say, “Hot damn and hallelujah.”
Losing your temper gloriously and eloquently at utter bitches - well, you said “cleansing,” and I can’t think of any better word.
buys you a glass of your favourite
applause
Wow. Very nicely done.
Typically, I think of nasty, scathing things to say about 15 minutes after I’ve left the room, so I’m always appreciative of someone who can deliver the zingers on the spot.
Nicely done. And good on your ex for the applause.
:eek:
gets out a list of who not to piss off, writes down MissTake’s name
bows
Thank you, thank you very much.
MissTake, you have just lived out my fantasy, and much better than I could ever hope to. Reading Ann’s bitchy comments made me infuriated, and immediately earned you my empathy. Because I, too, am irrationally hated by someone…who has never even met me, in fact. I’m not going to go into the whole story here for the sake of bandwidth, but rest assured that I would have loved to go verbally medieval on her ass half as well as you did with this…woman. You go!
You know, I live for the day when ‘my baby momma’ oversteps her bounds and gets in my fiance’s way. I dream of it. Because I know she irrationally hates my fiance’. My fiance’ knows it. And ‘baby momma’ thinks she’s a wimp. This woman negotiates and enforces half-mil payment contracts on a regular basis.
I’ll be able to walk through the hole she rips into ‘baby momma’ without ducking my head.
So you go, Misstake, and thank you for giving me a preview of what’s to come.
Dammit, I’m so jealous. All I can usually manage when confronted with situations like this is an angry glare. I want to be able to go off and verbally make it known that I’m angry in an articulate way, like Miss Take did. If I tried to make a scene, I know it would come out all “Ooh… I… Just… Mmph! Damn you, you… <gurgle>…” and so on.
So…lets see…you have a problem with someone telling you what to do with your child. That’s something that would piss me off too…
But you then blow your stack (in what would seem to be a public place, if I am taking this right.) in front of said child?
A applaud your motive, but your execution could have been better.
Kwyjibo, did you miss this part?
And I agree, to an extent.
When LilMiss came home, I apologized to her for making a scene. She told me she didn’t realize I had such a “potty mouth”, but that it was okay. I guess Ann left LilMiss alone, which was the one thing I worried about.
Was it a public place? Somewhat. There were maybe 30-40 people in the immediate vicinity, all of whom I either know as friends or at least by name.
Do I feel bad for what I did? Hell no.
Oh, and BTW, I store up phrases learned from The Pit for future reference.
If I didn’t have a wonderful lexicon in my head courtesy of y’all, I probably would have just mumbled and left.
But it had been a LONG day, the Pit was the last thing I read and she just pushed my button.
Ya know, you didn’t even have to mention the head bobbing like a chicken comment, my head was doing that already!
Did you bring your finger up and start wagling it in her face too? Did you have the other hand on your hip?
(Cause that’s what I pictured)
You go girl!
No. That was the part I commented on.
This woman was out of place for snorting at MissTake for telling her child not to blow all her money on candy .
I have no problem with someone getting upset when someone shows an attitude toward the way they do things with their kids, (If the comment is unjustified. IE:“You’re child shouldn’t eat candy” or “Let the child eat all the candy it wants”.)I don’t think it was right to blow up in front of the child. (My 2 cents.)
I will commend MissTake for apologizing to her little one for her having to witness that event, but MissTake, try not to let people like that get to ya too much. 
I don’t know. Obviously it’s not good to be a raving monster in front of your kids, but it can also be good for them to know that people can sometimes get angry and raise their voices without the world coming to an end.
Think so?
I dunno. My parents have blown their stacks when we were younger. It was at times like that when I wish I could just die. If it was in public, I didn’t learn anything except how to be embarassed.
And believe me, if that want to watch people getting angry, just plop a kid in front of a TV.
When a child, who’s perseption of the world is still developing, I don’t believe they sit and take notes when 2 adults are on a tirate. (And don’t forget this yelling match was involving the child.)
When Trinn and I have a disagreement over our kids (And gawd knows we have them.), the first thing we do is make sure the kids are not around. They don’t need to hear what is being said until and ‘even ground’ has been reached. Then we will sit and talk to them.
A balance needs to be struck, that’s all I’m saying. There are different ways of getting angry. Never expressing one’s anger is unnatural, and it just doesn’t seem like a healthy thing to me.
I can’t disagree with that.
But how one expresses their anger in front of a child should be taken into consideration. That’s what I’m saying.
(It is me or is this turning into the “Four Yorkshiremen” sketch? :D)