Well, on D-day, I cried, yelled, asked questions, yelled some more and slammed a few doors.

Sometime later, we were having another discussion about his inability to stay away from Cafe Woman and he was rude, crude, and he SMIRKED at me before he walked out of my office into our warehouse. So...I grabbed a big vase of fake flowers and threw 'em at him. If he hadn't ducked, I woulda hit him right smack dab in the head! He came after me, but I told him, "Lay one hand on me, and I'm calling the law and a lawyer, and I may call the lawyer anyway."

DS showed up around that time and had a few choice words for his dad.

And, NO, I did NOT sweep up the glass! HE did!

Too funny Mimi...

But... I've seen pep's pics...lol

Kimora aint got nuthin on ya pepper...Inside or out..

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No physical violence, but I called him every name in the book and then some. I used adjectives I didn't even know I knew.

The only violence I wanted to commit was with both OWs. I take boxing classes and can throw a mean hook. When I am boxing, I imagine their faces on the punching bag and beat them to a pulp!

My D-day did not invovle actual violence, but it certainly involved anger. The sequence of events were:

Friday: WH asked for D, ILYBNILWY speech, swore up and down no affair

Mon: I got a new bank acct and arranged for my pay (that week) to be transferred to it

Wed: WH discovered that my pay was "stolen" from the acct and freaked out. Called me from his cell saying he was on his way home and threatening to kill me or worse. Hung up, called back, hung up, called back etc., etc., etc. In between his ranting, I managed to communicate that I didn't trust him because he wasn't behaving logically and that I was protecting myself. Before he got home, he admitted to the A. By the time he reached home he had calmed down. We had a rational discussion and he answered all of my questions (not truthfully but at least he answered).

So no violence actually occurred that day but that was only because I wasn't in arms reach when he discovered what I had done at the bank.

I doused my FWH with a glass of red wine.

His response..."I was expecting that."

Who

Who, your post actually made me laugh for the first time in a few days. Thanks for that.

My D-day? No violence. Lots of crying, disbelief, shock. Unbelievable hurt, anguish. Asked him if he was sorry - he said "nope".

I ended up going out for the day with a friend to get a manicure/pedicure while H was home finding some place to go, not that it mattered much because he was home the next day anyway.

All these threads about anger and self respect have got me thinking. I am SUCH a doormat. I STILL havent expressed much anger, or said any horrible things to my H. I have some work to do because I think I feel like Im not even entitled to my anger. Funny. This is the only part of my life where I AM a doormat.

I think when I DO blow, it is going to be Krakatoa.

Well on my d-day i was in shock and was really worried about my FWH. We had been together for 25 years and he had NEVER EVER in that whole time been the type to go out with the guys or anything. He went to work and came home from work (although his job does not have set hours so i really did not know when he would be home).

That night he did not come home until midnight and i was worried sick. I had called his family and all the hospitals and the police stations thinking that he had been in a wreck or something. So needless to say i was LIVID when i found out where he was.

Two weeks later after it was supposedly over and he came home late again things got really UGLY at our house. He was throwing things i was throwing things, i would not let him take our car because he was drunk. He had the nerve to aske me to drive him to the OW house and told me i was being a b)tch when i would not do it. I ended up calling the cops and he had the OW pick him up outside our housing developement. He had to carry all of his stuff with him (because i threw it all in boxes and bags and told him if he did not take it now it would not be there when he came back to get it) and it was VERY VERY cold outside.

And i am not sorry a bit for any of it. I feel he deserved what he got that night.

FWH was very calm. We were in a restaurant (he did this on purpose). Once we got back to our house though I ended up doing a lot of crying and yelling and threw his cell phone in the toliet. Boy was he mad!

No anger, just shock. I talked to him about staying and working on the marriage, then broke down, practically begging him to give it a try. The anger didn't come until I found out he was still WOOING the OW, wanted to FALL IN LOVE (blech!). THEN I told him to leave. I smashed a cordless mouse he had for our laptop (it was RED). It broke into billions of beautiful pieces.

He left that night, which is a good thing, because my mind was racing and I wanted him to hurt physically. I also wanted to tear OW limb from limb. Luckily, I never contacted OW, physically or otherwise, but boy oh boy, how I wanted to.

His 1st A d-day was over the phone while he was in Spain, I think...so, no violence then.

But his 2nd A d-day...I vaguely remember punching him in the stomach and destroying his cellphone. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" /> Yikes.

And, I admit I kicked him in the shin one time after that when I found out he had lied to me again. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/crazy.gif" alt="" />

I promise I am normally NOT a violent person. I didn't spank my kids, I've never kicked a dog, I abhor confrontation of any kind...but I think I was pushed beyond containable limits in those moments.

H showed no violence whatsoever when he discovered my A. He's a police officer, so I guess he had learned self-restraint!

Lori

PM,


That reminded me that I also threw my FWH's laptop computer out the second story bathroom window.

Who

So then is it safe to admit to it as long as it's "lady violence"?

I've seen a woman rake her nails across a man's face in a domestic squabble. It was a bloodbath.

There is a commercial currently airing from an auto insurance company. It shows a female - obviously enraged - throwing stuff out of a third story window at a hapless male who is on the street below. The stuff trashes a car. Meantime, a coworker of the car owner is watching and asking the owner if he has insurance - without specifying exactly why he is asking.

It is too funny.

Course D Day for me was not funny. The OM had left town likely out of fear. I was angry. I was torn up inside. There has never been another day like that in my life. If I could have gotten my hands on the cretin, I would have beat the idiot out of him and some honor into him.

Larry

No violence...he wasn't home when i found out...made a call to the Ho to tell her a thing or three, never asked a question, didn't cry at all, probably too shocky. I probably didn't cry for 6 weeks or so afterward, then the flood gates opened. I had at that point said what I needed to , to the both of them. And as Dr. H has mentioned, <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" />homicide did cross my mind. GF

EA D-Day.....very calm. We talked, both cried, some hugs, a kiss, then WW left....then I broke down. (WW still denied PA at that point)

PA a few days later. I snooped on WW's cell while she was napping on couch. Read horrible text messages about them, about their PA, about their "love", texts trashing me.....I immediately woke her up and told her to pack her sh*t and get the f*#k out. Then followed her around the house for 10 minutes telling her every bad thing I could think of....telling her just how horrible a person she was. A few threatening words about what I thought of OM too.

Never any violence....wouldn't dream of it. I slammed a door or two which promted a "your scaring me" response from WW. That's the only thing she said the whole time.....just a sad, sullen look while she packed up and left.

I immediately started calling her family, called and confronted OM, called OMW......I was very angry and very hurt and ready to take action.....but never a thought of violence towards WW. Wouldn't dream of it.