Grrrrrrr. . . .

[mbosnz]

Y'know, I am going to blow my perimenopausal fucking stack if I am not allowed to finish my sentence when I dare to be obviously pissed off and use less than carefully modulated tones and most apologetic language to express a dissatisfaction. In fact, just being allowed to finish a fucking sentence would be an improvement.

Who won't let you finish a sentence?

A certain person or people in general?

I am not allowed to finish my sentence when I dare to be obviously pissed off and use less than carefully modulated tones and most apologetic language to express a dissatisfaction.

So, basically you want to be rude and aggressive to people and get away with it?

No, I do not want to be rude and aggressive. I want to be allowed to express annoyance in a reasonable, but not saintly fucking fashion. I want to be able to raise my voice - without shouting, without throwing a tantrum, but above its normal dulcet tones, when I have done all the nice asking, all the nice telling, and still am getting the not so nice ignoring, to make it clear that at this point, I am not fucking around, I am getting really quite pissed off with being ignored, and I need a modicum of respect and action on their part. I want to be able to finish that sentence, expressing that sentiment, without getting a dismissive, 'yeah, okay', because it's really uncomfortable, and never convenient, when the main home appliance starts flashing its warning light.

Oh, and the culprits are husband and adult offspring!

I advise screaming and breaking something in front of them. Usually shuts things up. My mother got so exasperated by washing-up being left on the side, she threw it all out of the window. Next day my dad bought her a dishwasher.....

I feel your pain, I too live with interrupters who don’t listen. You can put up with it for so long before becoming apoplectic with rage.

I still remember Diedre Barlow throwing her home made trifle at the wall, that certainly got everyone's attention.
Sometimes drastic action is called for.

Bought her a dishwasher, or bought himself one so he wouldn’t have to wash up?

My husband once narrowly avoided walking into a fruit bowl turned frisbee flying out the back door when I thought he'd gone to work. You'd think he'd have learned. Sigh.

Anyways, haven't killed anyone today, so there's a win!

Go on strike. I mean it. Do nothing except for yourself.

Buy one of those kids microphones and say your piece through it over and over, then a klaxon, and a rubber hammer.

I don't think menopause has anything to do with it. I feel like this when either of my teens gets massively upset and hurt and acts like I'm damaging their self esteem if I dare express disappointment, frustration, God forbid anger, at their selfish, lazy, thoughtless bickering and point scoring. If I walk in from a 12 hour day and am immediate met with a barrage of complaints and requests and do anything other than immediately jump to attention and solve the issue. So yes indeed grrrrr.

That's it exactly! And trying to shut down what you're saying WHILE you're saying it. . .

The klaxon has merit. . .

OOOOhhhhh. . Alexa. . .

Yes!

Or when you're at work, the rest of the family are all at home, and they are texting you about some argument/debate going on. I AM NOT THERE! SORT IT OUT YOURSELVES!

Oh god yes. I've had texts while I'm doing a parents evening about who has the living room.

Both!