Code for "I REALLY FREAKING HATE THIS"

I try so hard (really, I do!) to be nice to everyone. Confrontation is so not my style, but that makes me outstandingly passive-aggressive. This post is a symptom of that passive-aggression, just so we're all clear before I start.

As it turns out, all of the little nuisances of the past few years have been cake and ice cream compared to the GIANT SPIKEY CLUB that I took TO THE FACE last night. It's as if the big man upstairs was saying, "Are you sure you want this? Because even after all the pissing and moaning you've done, I still cannot fully tell. Here's one last little morsel of craptastic behavior for you, just in case you needed to be launched over the edge."

Last night I was treated so poorly that I've decided to pull the ol' bitchface out of mothballs. I've spent the last few years being conciliatory and keeping all of the unbridled anger to myself (I've got the fingernail shaped scars on my palms to prove it) but all that got me was an incredible display of disrespect.

You might say, "Sarah, why not just turn the other cheek? After all, you've been doing it for this long and you don't have to do it much longer." But nay, dear reader, the more I try to rise above, the lower I sink below two clopping feet. Besides, I'm working too much, sleeping too little, and fretting losing the love of my life to his home in east Texas. I'm entitled to lose my shit a little, especially after all these years.