Oh, see, now, that could get you into trouble.
“Well, whoop-de-mother-fucking-do. When come back, bring pie.”
dead silence
(chirp, chirp, chirp)
“Okay, let me try that again…”
Congratulations on having an ex-relationship that works. That’s cool.
You were lucky. We lived for three months in a brown paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six o’clock in the morning, clean the bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down mill for fourteen hours a day week in-week out. When we got home, our dad would thrash us to sleep with his belt!
LilMiss was more amused than terrified at my outburst.
I grew up in a very quiet house. Anger was not something that could be expressed.
And I have a temper.
It did not work well for me, I bottled things up and then would explode.
It has taken a lot of learning, but I do have control over my temper now. I also have worked with LilMiss to understand anger and how to express it. Last night flew in the face of what I try to be, but…
Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do.
And as far as embarassing her, well, we weren’t really in public. Would I do this in the mall? Of course not!
You had a brown paper bag? All we had when we lived in the septic tank was a strip of old worn-out newspaper. It was even a really boring editorial. I am so jealous!