Just need a rant i think. Idiot in a large van came too fast around the bend of a narrow street and narrowly avoided crashing head on into me and the dc. He reversed back but as I drove past I heard 'Fuck you, you fucking slag' screamed out the window before he sped off.
I know he felt embarrassed for his shit driving so resorted to name calling to protect his fragile ego, I know he's a nasty prick for shouting at a women with kids in the car, and I know he's probably forgotten about it already. So why does it still sting? I feel so bloody angry and if he hadn't drove off I would have got out the car and let rip on him for being such a cock (not a good idea I know but menopause rage is strong). Thankfully the kids didn't realise as they were still chatting away oblivious in the back. I'm still struggling to get over it and don't know where to put my anger.