What pissed you off today?

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You know that utterly despondent, helpless feeling you get when a valued relationship trickles away and there's nothing you can do?

Yeah, that. :(

*hugs* sometimes it's like trying to fix a dam with a pin. No matter how hard you try and how much you want to fix it, there is just nothing you can do to stop it.

Kia Kaha.

My mother - thinking that it's ok to outright insult me.
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I am sure mothers must go to a secret insult school.
 
I am sure mothers must go to a secret insult school.

Thanks, kiwi...
The thing that really gets me is that she can be so mean, (only when there is no one else around to witness it, of course!). I'm definitely not a child, but someone who is providing care for her.

Alternative? Going to live with her 2 sons, who live together because they can't even provide for themselves, nevermind their children!

:mad:
 
Many thanks to the nice people who offered me kind words above; you're all kings/queens among men. Good news is, my relationship might not be as dead in the water as it felt before. Still very, very early days and I'm not gonna stick a label on it yet, but, well... any hope is better than none.

Wow, that sounds kinda pathetic when I read it back...
 
A discussion with a stubborn fool about whether he should drive with traffic or the speed limit. At the same time getting passed in the right hand lane by a Mack truck
 
As most of y'all know, I work at night and sleep during the day. This causes me no end of grief because it's like Grand Central Station here in the daytime. I try to ignore it, but I rarely sleep uninterrupted more than once or twice a week.

At one time, I had a note on my door, indicating that I work at night and sleep during the day and requesting that people please think twice before waking me by knocking. I took it down when it became obvious that nobody ever thought it applied to them.

There is a pest control guy who comes once a month. He usually shows up after I have been asleep for maybe two or three hours. He always ignored the previous note I had on the door by banging loudly and obnoxiously and yelling, "Pest control! PEST CONTROL!!!!!" at the top of his lungs.

I don't get up out of bed to let people in, pest control or not. I understand he is just doing his job and that the whole world does not revolve around me and my schedule, but on the other hand, I would like to be left the hell alone when I'm trying to sleep. I don't go to other people's houses and bang on their doors at 2 am, so I would appreciate it if they didn't do the same to me at 9 am.

The pest control guy has a key, so after he carries on beating and banging for what seems like forever, he always tries to unlock the door. When the inside latch catches it, he goes back to banging and screaming. Then, he tries several times to force the door open, despite it being latched. These attempts to "force" the latched door open have resulted in the molding around the door frame cracking--which is going to be something I have to pay for when I move out, just because he can't take a fucking hint. When that doesn't work, he resorts to bitching and cursing about it; I can hear every word because my bedroom window is RIGHT next to the front door.

I am not sleeping with the door unlatched, just so this vaguely creepy dude can come in while I'm in bed. I'm also not getting up, getting dressed, and going to the door because, goddammit, I'm not obligated to let anyone in my house who isn't the freaking police. (God forbid that ever be necessary.)

I just want to be left the fuck alone. Is that so much to ask?

I'm putting up a larger, more prominent note on my door tonight. It is more strongly worded and points out that multiple attempts to "push" in have damaged my door frame. If that sonofabitch tries to come in again, I swear to God, I'm going to go to the door naked with my shotgun.

Now what, motherfucker?
 
Thanks, kiwi...
The thing that really gets me is that she can be so mean, (only when there is no one else around to witness it, of course!). I'm definitely not a child, but someone who is providing care for her.

Alternative? Going to live with her 2 sons, who live together because they can't even provide for themselves, nevermind their children!

:mad:

It's official, our mothers went to the same school. Mine can cry on command so her favourite trick is to push me and push me when there is no one around then make a seemingly innocent remark when there are people around to make me snap so she can cry and prove what a horrible person I am *sigh*
 
... I work at night and sleep during the day.

...If that sonofabitch tries to come in again, I swear to God, I'm going to go to the door naked with my shotgun.

Now what, motherfucker?
Some years back, I lived in an apartment in a not-so-good area of Tampa. Sick at home one day, I heard a "knock knock" on the door, a short pause, "knock knock," quiet voice saying something I couldn't discern. Then I heard keys rattle, one key try to be inserted into the deadbolt, rattle, another into the deadbolt. While this last was occurring, I was quietly opening my bow case (I didn't own a gun), pulling out my 80# pull compound bow and a 30-inch arrow and nocking it to the string.

The door opened and a man began to enter... until he saw me standing in my bedroom doorway with a broadhead hunting arrow aimed directly at his heart and my bow on full draw. "Pest Control! Pest Control! I knocked!"
 
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.... everything is pissing me off today.




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Changes to the electric company.

NO GRACE PERIODS
Now it's 120 by the 20th or ZAP! no electricity. FUCKERS!!!!!!!!


also

Ebay telling me i can't list more than 10 items a month now. FUCKING WHY!?!?!?
 
Some years back, I lived in an apartment in a not-so-good area of Tampa. Sick at home one day, I heard a "knock knock" on the door, a short pause, "knock knock," quiet voice saying something I couldn't discern. Then I heard keys rattle, one key try to be inserted into the deadbolt, rattle, another into the deadbolt. While this last was occurring, I was quietly opening my bow case (I didn't own a gun), pulling out my 80# pull compound bow and a 30-inch arrow and nocking it to the string.

The door opened and a man began to enter... until he saw me standing in my bedroom doorway with a broadhead hunting arrow aimed directly at his heart and my bow on full draw. "Pest Control! Pest Control! I knocked!"

Hahahaha, I would've given ANYTHING to have seen that. :D
 
Many thanks to the nice people who offered me kind words above; you're all kings/queens among men. Good news is, my relationship might not be as dead in the water as it felt before. Still very, very early days and I'm not gonna stick a label on it yet, but, well... any hope is better than none.

Wow, that sounds kinda pathetic when I read it back...

No. Good, close relationships are not easy to come by (at least for me - I don't let people in easily) and losing one is a grieving, and at some point if you try without success it becomes a powerless feeling.

That said, if someone chooses to jettison you, you aren't really powerless. Where you go from there in how you perceive it is up to you.

I hope you can salvage things, though.

I'm putting up a larger, more prominent note on my door tonight. It is more strongly worded and points out that multiple attempts to "push" in have damaged my door frame. If that sonofabitch tries to come in again, I swear to God, I'm going to go to the door naked with my shotgun.

Now what, motherfucker?

How about, "Guys who scream "PEST CONTROL!" and force in my doorframe until it cracks: They check in, but they DON'T check out!"

It's official, our mothers went to the same school. Mine can cry on command so her favourite trick is to push me and push me when there is no one around then make a seemingly innocent remark when there are people around to make me snap so she can cry and prove what a horrible person I am *sigh*

Gypsy and you need mum safewords.
 
Some years back, I lived in an apartment in a not-so-good area of Tampa. Sick at home one day, I heard a "knock knock" on the door, a short pause, "knock knock," quiet voice saying something I couldn't discern. Then I heard keys rattle, one key try to be inserted into the deadbolt, rattle, another into the deadbolt. While this last was occurring, I was quietly opening my bow case (I didn't own a gun), pulling out my 80# pull compound bow and a 30-inch arrow and nocking it to the string.

The door opened and a man began to enter... until he saw me standing in my bedroom doorway with a broadhead hunting arrow aimed directly at his heart and my bow on full draw. "Pest Control! Pest Control! I knocked!"

I'm seeing "Pulp Fiction." Seems Tarrantinoesque.

Also, I bet he wet himself with cancer-causing liquids.
 
I'm seeing "Pulp Fiction." Seems Tarrantinoesque.

Also, I bet he wet himself with cancer-causing liquids.
:: Makes mental note to see "Pulp Fiction" some time. ::

I had it on the DVR, but lost it because they had to give us a new one. And yeah, I know... I've missed a lot of classic stuff over the years.
 
Some fucking asshole poisoned my dog. Sure I know she barks at peaple walking past the house; but not very loud no calls from the police. Secondly I keep her in at night and only out after 7AM. City regulations say 6AM.

The poor dog is dysenterry, yea a simple chocolate bar can do that to a dog. Very funny!!!
 
Great idea, but mine
just
doesn't
stop
until she pushes you over the edge...

and then, it's "Are you mad at me? I didn't mean it that way!"

Now I know what my poor dad went through...
:rolleyes:

Time to explain the concept of hard limits to her, perhaps?
 
:: Makes mental note to see "Pulp Fiction" some time. ::

I had it on the DVR, but lost it because they had to give us a new one. And yeah, I know... I've missed a lot of classic stuff over the years.

Do not pass go. Do not collect a dime. Do not even watch tonight's news. Go. Watch. Pulp Fiction.

You can have your club membership card back when you can report on Uma Thurman's night out with Travolta.
 
Time to explain the concept of hard limits to her, perhaps?

Sigh...

She's 74, and very old school.
I can make the verbal comparisons, and tell her about boundry limits until I'm blue in the face, but I'm just the daughter...
 
Sigh...

She's 74, and very old school.
I can make the verbal comparisons, and tell her about boundry limits until I'm blue in the face, but I'm just the daughter...

I'm sorry, I know how hard it can be.
I had to take the "I'm not having this conversation, so if you want to continue it you'll have to leave my house/I'll leave your house" route with a parent.
It works better since then, most of the time at least.
Not easy, but I was afraid the resentment would grow to big for us to see each other at all.
 
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