I had a tantrum yesterday, 30 years old and I threw a magazine at me dad and stormed out of the room. Well I attempted to storm out of the room, went much quicker than my foot would let me and ended up on the hall floor crying like a petulant child. It comes to something when you can't have a successful strop any more!
The tantrum was triggered by my dad calling my mum 'stupid woman', this is my dad's favourite insult and he has used it on all of us since we were kids, it isn't like it is a particularly inventive or cruel phrase but something about the way he says it winds me off the clock. My mum wasn't even bothered and would have ignored him and carried on as if he hadn't said it. But me, being the emotionally unstable human that I am, I had to go and over react.
It was an entirely childish reaction, and unfortunately one I just can't seem to grow out of, if someone upsets me, says something mean or hurts my feelings, I just snap. One minute I can be having a perfectly civilised conversation, the next I am slamming a door as I leave the room in tears. I admit I do this a lot less than when I was a child but far too often for a grown woman.
I think I am more prone to this kind of reaction when I am with my parents, and lets face it I have spent the last 3 months living with them; it seems that something about that relationship you have with them never changes, no matter how old you are when you are, with them you still feel like a child.
The whole incident is now just something to recall and laugh at and no harm has been done, except maybe to the readers digest which took a beating against my dad's shoe when I threw it, we will carry on as normal until the day I inevitably do it again, next time though I will hopefully make it further than the hall floor.
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