It certainly wasn't my best moment, but the dang idiot aimed his bike at my 4 year olds back and stopped an inch short of slamming in to him.
I'm such a mama bear, I instantly shouted "What the heck are you doing?! Are you insane?!" (in French slang: Cossé tu fait là?!!! T'es-tu cinglé?!)
Little monster starts giving me attitude: "I didn't even hit him".
I wanted to clock him and told him to get away from there before I made it my mission to find his mother. Of course then some like 14? year old kids show up and they start goading him on, and he starts yelling dumb comments my way.
He was an ugly little fat kid, and all I wanted to do was destroy him, my anger having caused a rage in me so intense I was boiling. Another side effect from dealing with bipolar disorder I suppose. Anger is probably my biggest trigger.
All evening I've been talking to him in my head, and even I can't believe how mean I am! }:o Oh the things I'd say to him, I have a quick toungue: I'd have him rolled up in a ball crying like a baby... I know, there's something wrong with me.
I think I'm having a hard time letting go because he goes to Tyler' school, and I'm a little worried this could cause problems for him there.
All I know is I truly hope no one ever tries to hurt my boys, cause I swear I'll be doing jail time.... ;)
How would you have reacted?