Haven't had one in so long, I sure can't remember. Been pretty peaceful for quite a while. No confrontations really at all. Sorry.
This little bandito from across the street sneaks into my yard and shoots me with a Super Soaker. He got me pretty good too, I was soaked. Well, I'm not about to be out done by a 2 1/2 year old kid so I grabbed my hose and soaked him and his posse (his mother and father). After running around like soaking wet maniacs, we sat on my porch and had Icies and Oreos.
My mother in law gives us a week at the beach every year. We book it a year in advance. Every one is busy, but her other children and my husband agreed to make it to the beach. A week before vacation she starts wanting to make plans. We've been on the same schedule for over 25 years. We meet, we go, we have fun, we come home. Her other kids decided to not come but for a hand full of days, and resisted doing the pre-plan. I got on my soap box and confronted them all, on behalf of my mother in law. I find it incredibly disrespectful that this woman provides us with a wonderful vacation and these people couldn't give her the ONLY thing she wanted, their time. So they ALL heard about it. It wasn't pretty, but they knew they were in the wrong. So because of my confrontation (hubby held my hand and stood with me) this vacation is going swimmingly...pun intended.
The day before my mom's funeral. March 6, 2015 Here's a little bit, I threaten to whip my sister ass, I was shaking, screaming, fists in a ball, cursing and yelling she "accidentally" hit me on the side of my head twice, while putting her purse in the back seat. 40 yrs of putting up with her bs😡, All came out👹 When I return to Houston, I stop all contact with her for 9 months and I have not seen her in 1yr and 4 months.
Before that 35 yrs ago.
I am not a confrontational person. If I can't discuss and debate in a rational manner, I will walk away. So I guess the closest thing was at my great-nephew's birthday party the little brat walks up and hits me in the arm. I tell him not to do that... And he does it again. He lifts his hand to hit me again and I tell him if he does I will take his birthday present back and leave with it. He stopped and walked away.
Some idiot said I did something wrong ... And I was right and they were wrong ... And I pouted about it ..and I didn't get my way ... And I didn't like it ... Cos I like getting my way ... But I learned I can't always get my way. That's fine ... It's not but it has to be I guess ...it is what it is ... And that's as specific as I want to get about that... I'm almost over it. I think I'll be over it by Thursday .