Oh arse. I've just been ridiculous.

[Hurr1cane]

Back story, my DS has autism, disabilities, and health problems.

I had to pull over on the way home from school because he was having a seizure in the car. I managed to get him stable enough to rush him home.

I got home to find a work van parked over my drive.

I beeped a couple of times and nothing
So rather than just beeping I sat and leant on the horn for ages.

A man came out. I didn't even look at him, he moved the van, I pulled into my drive and he smiled at me so I just gave him a look of death and carried my DS in stomping as I went and slammed my front door.

Now I've calmed down.... I must have looked unhinged.

I'm forever going to be known as "that strange angry woman" aren't I?

Please tell me your stories of misdirected anger or over reactions to make me feel better.

I'm honestly usually a very calm and reasonable human being. Not a huge burning ball of rage.

*Lost it at DP

I had a beautiful case of the red mist about 10 years ago. I was doing night classes on computer programming with my ex and that particular night we had a substitute teacher who had the opinion that women were unable to do this course so treated me like an idiot all evening.. He even made me sit on my own, I was furious but what gave me the mist was the fact my spineless ex didn't stand up for me and left me to be bullied by this moron.

I eventually told the substitute teacher to f-off, stormed out of the college and raged across town to the train station with the ex following a bit behind.

Now to top off the red mist, when I got to the train station a group of army guys were hanging around the platform where my train was and as I approached it, one of the army guys stood in front of me and attempted to chat me up, stopping me from getting on my train ... I exploded, smacked him across the face so hard I nearly knocked him over, screamed at him to go f-himself and stomped onto the train with the sound of his mates all laughing in the background.
My ex, sat about 10 seats behind me all the way home, by which time I had managed to calm down and then cringed at the realisation that I had just smacked a soldier across the face..... But damn it felt good at the time!

My child was kicking strawberries in the supermarket today.

Booting a punnet of strawberries.

I am that woman

I'd much rather be the woman leaning on her horn to move someone off her driveway.

We're going to apologise in the morning when I he has calmed down

I used to live in a bungalow next to a Nursing Home. Our bedroom window looked out onto the delivery and loading bay area. In the summer we were always being woken by delivery vans, staff chatting loudly and all sorts in the night due to us having the window open a little bit.

One night the red mist descended when a noisy van had been parked right outside our window, with the engine running and bassy music playing for forty minutes. It was 2:30am. I got up from bed, yanked the curtain open, pushed the window wide and yelled "WILL YOU TURN YOUR EFFING VAN OFF!" right into the poor drivers face as the cab window was literally right there.

The poor bloke looked so shocked and very meekly nodded before turning the engine off.

I hmmphed at him, closed the window and curtain and returned to bed, whereupon I remembered that I was completely naked....no wonder the poor chap looked so flabberghasted!

Powaqa

impressed

When my XH and I had rowed and he wished to punish me, he'd take stuff of mine. Just little things and I'd get them back but for eg I'd get to work and find he'd taken my purse from my bag so I couldn't buy any lunch. Annoying shit like that.

One day we had a row and he stomped off to have a bath. I was due to go out but couldn't find my car keys. I knew he must have taken them. I roared up the stairs "WHERE ARE MY FUCKING KEYS??" and the reply was something like "I haven't touched your keys. You must be going mad" or some such crap.

Well I went nuclear. I flew up the stairs two at a time, bellowing like an enraged bull elephant. I started hammering on the bathroom door in time to my bellowing:

WHERE ARE MY FUCKING KEYS

He still denied having them. So I stopped shouting and hurled my weight at the door until the lock (only a small bolt) gave way and I burst into the bathroom.

I'm pretty sure I was actually snarling.

He was naked and cowering - that's the only word for it - in the bath. I held my hand out and wordlessly he retrieved my keys from behind the shampoo bottle and handed them to me. I gave him one last snarl and left.

It's a very disconcerting feeling actually, losing control like that. My shoulder hurt for a week afterwards but I hadn't felt a thing at the time. Immediately after the incident, my memory of it was sort of fuzzy. Hard to explain. It really is like a mist comes down. You remember - but it's like there's a gauze over the event while it's happening.

God he was a horrible man. Shudder.

My children learned that you shouldn't fucking beep at people when they are being sensible in dangerous situations.

A solid lesson which will serve them well.

crazyMrs

Unfortunately he was also correct.you don't need socket covers if in the UK there use makes a safe plug socket dangerous. But impressed at the public rant

LadyFlump - oh I'm sorry, I absolutely laughed my head off at that! Excellent

TheUrinator - did he continue his stupid petty nastiness after that or did it abate somewhat?

Some of these are leaving me horrified, more are impressing me wildly, but so far Flump's is the only one that's made me both roar with laughter and applaud

TheUrinator - did he continue his stupid petty nastiness after that or did it abate somewhat?

With any luck, he grabbed his towel and exited the premises, never to return

One of my RMMs led to me breaking a cast-iron Le creuset saucepan. Dh and I were arguing about something - I can't remember what now, but it was probably all his fault - and as the red mist descended, I reached for something from the draining board to hurl at him - and I had a choice of a pint glass and the Le Creuset pan (the largest one) - and I decided that the pan was the better choice because it wouldn't shatter. I didn't stop to consider what damage it would do to dh if it connected - but luckily the sheer weight of it meant it barely got halfway to him when I chucked it, before landing on the floor and snapping the handle off.

I did have a red mist moment the day after Boxing Day last year. I had meticulously planned the meals - roast goose on Christmas day, cold gammon on Boxing day, and the goose leftovers on the 27th, fried in a sticky asian marinade. At supper time on the 27th, I went to get the bowl of leftover goose from the fridge, only to find that ds2 had made himself a sandwich with about half of it - and I completely lost the plot. Huge snotty tears, screaming and howling with rage, storming round the house because I was so angry I couldn't think what to do with myself.

We had cold meat and salad, in the end. Dh had to make it because I was still shaking with anger. But ds2 won't go near the left over goose this christmas - I guarantee it!

I once lived in a house which had been converted into two apartments. The landlady lived downstairs, but I had my own front door and key. One day, she let herself into my apartment, helped herself to various items in my freezer, and read a romantic note I had left for my DP. She intercepted him when he arrived home, and let him know he was on a promise that night. The red mist descended. I let her have it, both barrels, and we moved out soon after.

I had a rmm about 5 minutes ago.

Background - I have a cold and feel pretty shit. I asked Dp to take care of the dishes and load the dishwasher whilst I had a short lie down.
I've come down to discover that dp has done his usual hash job of washing up. I.e. left anything he doesn't like the look of and blocked both sinks with leftover food. And not washed any of the baby bottles.

I flipped out completely. Dp has gone back to the kitchen to clear up properly and DS is watching tv quietly. He has also ordered a Chinese. I may not kill him. For now.

Last night...had just got the latest solicitor's bill re divorce, the phone went, it was an automated voice (something about money off your own house - I'm forced into rental atm). I just yelled F* OFF down the phone and had a full on rant at the top of my voice to...a recorded message - made me feel slightly better

Our house was new and the snagging was taking ages and my DH was mega stressed so no help. We constantly had seven guys in fixing something then having to come back to repair the mess they'd made. Two doing the job and five to stand around. They removed plaster from our stairs when I was in the garden escaping them and didn't put any dust covers up so our whole house was filled with a fine mist of plaster. I called the main office and was put through to the Manager who accepted that this wasn't best practice and particularly as I have an asthmatic child who had been in hospital twice the week before. He eventually said he'd be round in fifteen minutes. He didn't arrive. One and a half hours later I called him and he said he'd be round in ten. Nope, no sign. Waited an hour chucked the workmen out and drove to the office where I was told Mr. Blah was in a meeting. Stormed into the middle of the meeting screaming at him about his rudeness and lack of any sense of customer care. Had about three of his colleagues trying to talk me down. But I was at 'screech pitch'. Left the office, sat in car and called DH to come home NOW! He asked ' why did you do that?' Cried my eyes out then drove home. Not my finest moment.

I have had the odd few RMMs which all seem to revolve around horsey stuff.

One was a long time ago when I had recently moved to a village in Cornwall, and was a few weeks pregnant. In my mind moving to Cornwall was supposed to be idyllic but was in fact lonely, boring, and I couldn't get a job there having previously always been able to find work really easily. I also thought that being in the countryside there would be plenty of grazing for my horse but there was in fact none so I walked her down a road to a decent verge once a day so she could have some grass. On the way a car roared past way too close, my horse couldn't care less but I flipped right out, yelled after the car like a crazed lunatic. Car stopped, reversed, and I discover it was the boyfriend of one of my few friends in the village. Instead of apologising however I went with the 'keep raging and telling yourself you are right' option. Screamed at the guy. My friend later had a go at me then never spoke to me again and we moved away a couple of months later.

Another one was when I had been at a particular stable yard a long time, had always liked it and got on with everyone but one particular women moved to the yard and was being a real control freak. I was also having to sell one horse due to rubbish finances and was a bit emotional. The bitch women was all into having horses as a showing off thing but didn't care about them, she demonstrated this by putting her horse in a stable with another women's horse - a stupid dangerous thing to do to the horses, in the tight space one horse attacked the other, and she had done it as part of her controlling thing. I flipped out at her when I heard about it. Phoned her up and screamed down the phone at her, skanky bitch who only has money 'cos she fucked the boss etc, etc. Slightly ashamed by the force of my rant but it was also incredibly cathartic after a year of having her snidey, controlling, bitchiness every bloody day.

Some of the RMMs on this thread are rather spectacular. am intrigued with the idea of driving over someone's car in a monster truck and then setting the mangled wreck alight. I am imagining the scenario on a suburban cul-de-sac but I suppose that is unlikely to be accurate...?

But did it work, Tim? Bet it did!

Mine isn't really very funny, but god I had the red mist take over!

Me and my friend was in a taxi whilst on a night out, we had pulled up outside a pub and I was gabbing away to the taxi driver, getting and counting change etc when I turned to my friend, who is so gentle and sweet, and a woman had opened the taxi door and was punching her.

I didn't even notice at first.

However when I did notice the red mist descended, I jumped out and lifted her off the floor by her hair away from the taxi and punched her a couple of times. She crawled off. My poor friend was crying her eyes out for been attacked for no reason.
Argh still gets me angry to think about it now!

You did the right thing, fifa. Congrats!

R4roger I originally read that as hooted angrily...broke my arm !!