FreeFloat
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I had an ex that was a bit abusive....... used to pull, shove, grab, etc. Once tried to restrain me from leaving the house by grabbing my shirt (which tore). One day I decided I'd had enough of that sort of minor picking-on and hit back. It escalated into full out war pretty quickly but after tussling for probably 10 minutes we broke it off and apologized. I think I got the upper hand in that one since he had to wear a pretty black eye and lots of scratches for the rest of the week....... he didn't pick on me physically so much after that. (It took 2 more down-and-out scraps before I left for good)
The only time I can honestly say that I felt like kicking the s*** out of someone was this time after I moved out into one of my first "my own place". I was just cleaning this house I was moving into, and there was a lot of junk left behind by the previous tenants. I had piled it all off to the side. This was in a very small town (not the Big City) and being as it was a fine day I had the doors and windows open to get some fresh air coming in. Well wouldn't you know it but the one of the previous occupants - this big black dude probably twice my size - just saunters in, says a few mean things to me and starts helping himself to his stuff. I was seeing red and yelled at him quite a lot. I kept myself across the room from him as I was just itching to lay a fist into him for inviting himself in but discretion being the better part of valor I recognized that he could lay me out without half thinking about it by virtue of being bigger, stronger, and male (whereas females just don't have the upper body strength to match). Took me a week to come down from that fury.
Oh yeah, there was the time my bf invited a (female) friend of his to come over. This girl parked on my couch and started saying disparaging things about my hosekeeping and mothering skills (or perceived lack thereof). After yelling at her a bit when she wouldn't stop I threw her out on her arse. Now that I think about it, she outweighed me too, although not by too much....... guess that must've been adrenaline.
The only time I can honestly say that I felt like kicking the s*** out of someone was this time after I moved out into one of my first "my own place". I was just cleaning this house I was moving into, and there was a lot of junk left behind by the previous tenants. I had piled it all off to the side. This was in a very small town (not the Big City) and being as it was a fine day I had the doors and windows open to get some fresh air coming in. Well wouldn't you know it but the one of the previous occupants - this big black dude probably twice my size - just saunters in, says a few mean things to me and starts helping himself to his stuff. I was seeing red and yelled at him quite a lot. I kept myself across the room from him as I was just itching to lay a fist into him for inviting himself in but discretion being the better part of valor I recognized that he could lay me out without half thinking about it by virtue of being bigger, stronger, and male (whereas females just don't have the upper body strength to match). Took me a week to come down from that fury.
Oh yeah, there was the time my bf invited a (female) friend of his to come over. This girl parked on my couch and started saying disparaging things about my hosekeeping and mothering skills (or perceived lack thereof). After yelling at her a bit when she wouldn't stop I threw her out on her arse. Now that I think about it, she outweighed me too, although not by too much....... guess that must've been adrenaline.