It's so nice to never have to deal with my dad's second wife's bullshit. Her go-to phrase to lecture me was "You said...". I tried to have a smile and expression that said "Oh, really. Are you fucking kidding me with this shit again?" I don't think she even noticed. My dad did though.
I envy you. My nemesis didn't lose her temper. She liked to get her revenge cold. She'd wait and then display her fangs with "You said..." And I'd have to be the one not to lose my temper.
She once had a job review where her boss told her she was an overly emotional control freak as anytime she got comfortable at a job she'd start acting like she owned the place and would get in petty power struggles with other employees.
My nemesis was an "artist" so - for example - she'd make a two foot high metal elephant-shape sculpture by welding mostly rectangular pieces of metal and painting it a sold bright color. She called it lawn art but I called it crap. Somehow she sold stuff fairly frequently at local galleries.
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It's so nice to never have to deal with my dad's second wife's bullshit. Her go-to phrase to lecture me was "You said...". I tried to have a smile and expression that said "Oh, really. Are you fucking kidding me with this shit again?" I don't think she even noticed. My dad did though.
I once got into an argument with her where she devolved into unintelligible shrieks, I look back on it fondly.
I envy you. My nemesis didn't lose her temper. She liked to get her revenge cold. She'd wait and then display her fangs with "You said..." And I'd have to be the one not to lose my temper.
She once had a job review where her boss told her she was an overly emotional control freak as anytime she got comfortable at a job she'd start acting like she owned the place and would get in petty power struggles with other employees.
My nemesis was an "artist" so - for example - she'd make a two foot high metal elephant-shape sculpture by welding mostly rectangular pieces of metal and painting it a sold bright color. She called it lawn art but I called it crap. Somehow she sold stuff fairly frequently at local galleries.
I don't understand people. I really don't.
To force the hand of someone like this and reduce them to a banshee is always viscerally satisfying and entertaining