Many many years ago, too many to count my father left home and married a woman with five kids and three of them had illegitimate kids also living in the home. This B-witch of a woman starting calling my mom and hanging up and then wrote my mother (*the saint) the most vile insulting letter I had ever read. My mother and father had been divorced then some 6 years but this woman still hated my mom and my dad was not allowed to have anything to do with her or us kids. My mother was devistated by this horrible grouping of slanderous words and became physically ill. I knew this shrew and my father bowled on Tuesday night so I took the letter went to the alleys and when she and he stepped out of their car, I met her with letter in hand. After a brief shouting match I told my dad to back off which he gladly did (running inside for the phone) and I made her tear up the letter and start eating her words, literally!!
I whispered to her that my mother was a saint but that I took after my crazy father and that if she ever uttered my mothers name again she would be the subject of a newspaper heading that read,
'Woman still missing, feared dead!' Once she began to choke and a crowd began to gather my girlfriend backed up the car and begged me to get in. That woman never bothered my mom again and to my knowledge never even uttered her name. Sometimes turning the other cheek as my mom would have done just doesn't cut it.
Oh and was I afraid of the police, hell no, my Uncle Rich was Chief of Detectives....He did scold me though while giving me a big hug.
[ June 05, 2006, 07:19 PM: Message edited by: chatty lady ]