Post # 1
This wasn’t directed at any person, but I just had a classic childish screamy whinefest because I came home all excited – a few days ago we went grocery shopping at a fancy, far-away store we don’t get to much, spent a TON of money on fancy stuff we don’t get to eat much. I came home psyched to make a special dinner and…
Sometime in the last 24 hours the fridge broke and now we probably had to throw out $150 or so worth of amazing food we had to take a massive hike to buy. If it were JUST the money that would be bad, but the money AND the time and AND the effort involved is just so upsetting.
We fried up the mozzerella sticks anyway, figuring they were probably ok enough, and I stuck a finger in the fancy cream cheese and decided it was still just barely cold enough to eat, hopefully I don’t get food poisoning later. DH told me I should drink alcohol because he read a study they did on some people who got food poisoning at a banquet in spain and the ones that drank a lot didn’t get sick… I am skeptical but whatever, one of the things I got was nice vanilla vodka so whatever, bring it on.
It’s also mellowing me out a little. (I keep getting distracted from typing and then drinking more so imagine me getting more tipsy with each paragraph. I also feel it’s pertinent to mention it’s 6:00 PM where I am.) I got REALLY upset and yelled and whined and stomped about how unfair it all is. This fridge gets a little weak in the hottest heat of the summer but as long as you don’t stand there with it open it’s fine… and it’s actually getting cool here now!!! We never had any issues before, suddenly RIGHT after my big special shopping trip it dies. The whole thing, freezer and all. UGH.
I swear I am way more upset about this fridge than I was about any of the things that happened/went wrong related to the wedding hahaha. I’M A FRIDGEZILLA.
Make me feel better by telling me about something that totally broke our “I am an adult who can handle this” composure.
Post # 3
@Bebealways: my coworkers. And sleep. I would explain more, but I need to get up and finish what I’ve started here at work! Lol
Post # 4
I flipped my lid because I hosted my FSIL’s wedding shower with her MOH who is a total B, and in the weeks leading up to it, I was given this insane list of stuff to do for the shower and when the day came, me and my FSIL were running around like crazy because this dumb broad had a graduation to go to and nothing was done except a few decorations. No food, drinks, game… nothing.
So one of the idiotic things I agreed to do was pick mini cupcake up from this bakery that was 30 miles away, so I was late to the party. Everyone doted on how fabulous the place looked, how great the food was and she never let on that me and FSIL did all her dirty work. What really topped it for me was when a friend approached me and said MOH was laughing that she had asked me to do all the expensive dirty work. Start drinking at 11 and cry like a baby you say?? Yes I did just that. I was the awkward bumbling fool in the corner trying to keep it all in while everyone around me had a wonderful time. Hormones much?? haha
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Post # 6
@Bebealways: That situation would upset me also. I seem to get upset over random things. It’s usually after several things have already aggravated me and I let them slide, then finally one thing just makes the pot boil over.
Post # 7
That my mom and sister may not be able to throw me a shower.
Post # 8
That is AWFUL! But atleast you have vanilla vodka!
Post # 9
Blargh, I had a huge fit a week or so ago when I’d gotten about 5 hours of sleep for 2 nights prior (I’m a graduate student, so I was up late studying and then up even later decompressing). I had an 8-o’clock class one morning, then a class that went until 4 in the afternoon; and my classes here are 3 hours long each. And the afternoon class was biostatistics, which I HATTTEEEEE with a passion and which I already took in college, but I have to take it AGAIN to qualify to graduate from the program I’m in. And I’d had 2 or 3 cups of caffeinated coffee that day. SO, somewhere in the middle of the 3-hour statistics lecture, I got an appalling headache– a migraine-esque one complete with dizziness, light and sound sensitivity, and nausea. I had promised to go to a yoga class with my roommates/friends that afternoon, but I was feeling so bad I knew I couldn’t.
When I finally got out of class and got to the house I stay at during the week for school, I couldn’t find my ibuprofen or any other painkiller and practically tore my room apart looking for it, until I had to resort to my car ibuprofen stash. By the time I found and took it, I felt much worse, and I was starvingly hungry, so I went to serve myself some yogurt. As I put the yogurt in the bowl, a bunch of it managed to splash all over my face and the counter. I was feeling awful, the biostats class had triggered bad memories from college, I couldn’t go to yoga with my friends, and I had just gotten yogurt all over myself. I lost it. I literally screamed and cried and marched into my room and SLAMMED the door. In front of my roommates.
After lying in bed with the shades down for an hour, taking a long shower, and eating something, I was able to calm down and apologize to my roommates for my appalling behavior. . . but I was sooooo embarrassed!
Post # 10
I lost my shit last week at the cell phone store because my mom told me that my very first friend (since we were 4!) And her parents were “probably not going to be able to make it” to our wedding. My mom was sitting there telling me that it’s not a big deal, but I still cussed, huffed, and pouted for about 45 minutes. I am 26 years old.
Post # 11
I lost my shit because I was unable to go to a goodbye dinner for a coworker. I don’t have friends and can’t go out much so it was just the final straw.
Post # 12
I freaked out at my mom because she keeps saying “the wedding isn’t about you”. Worst part is, I called her for her birthday and she was asking about a date to go dress shopping and I said that a few dates didn’t work for me or my Matron of Honour and she said it shouldn’t matter when she was available because my sister should be my MOH. Isa id it my wedding, my dress, my bridal party and it will be about what I want because THE WEDDING IS ABOUT MY FIANCE AND I. She says, “No, its about the family so your sister should be your MOH”. No, no the wedding is not about family. The family would not be getting together if it weren’t for FH and I, we’re not close at all, I’m not all about family.
Somehow everytime something is supposed to be about me, its not. I’ve planned every birthday party I’ve ever had. I’ve planned surprise parties for my fiance, my best friend (twice!) and helped her with her husband’s and then planned by own party a month later… I didn’t do those things because I wanted them to return the favour, I did it because I wanted to and now I want the wedding to be about US. You better believe this is about me and my fiance! No one is going to take that from me. I LOST IT.
Post # 13
Oh I’ll use this as a vent for what’s currently going on in my life. My FMIL favor’s my FSIL over my SO like you wouldn’t effing believe. This kid walks on freaking water & gets treated like she’s a god damned princess. My FMIL is basically poor (but still manages to take her youngest daughter, who is 23!!!, to Disney for a day spending at least $300), working 2 jobs & going to school at the same time, waiting to lose her house, barely sleeping…but still gives her 23 year old daughter $500/MONTH to spend on food/gas/whatever else she wants because her bills are already paid. My FSIL doesn’t work at all!!!!
NOWWWWW my FMIL is telling my SO that she isn’t going to be able to afford to live and my SO is telling her that we’ll give her money so she’ll be able to cut back on hours at work & finish school. Money that could very well equate to $300 PER WEEK! OUR ENTIRE SAVINGS (and more than I make in a week!) every single month. I haven’t let this go since we found out this morning. I’m livid and I don’t even care if I’m being a brat, I’m not letting it drop. It’s inexcusable behavior. We live WITHOUT things, we don’t go to theme parks, we don’t go out partying, we don’t buy the cool thing we want just because we have the money. So now what…we live like we’re poor just so they can go live like they’re fucking kings??? I’m so pissed.