Damnit!
Lost my job on monday. My three month review came up and i just wasn't good enough.
My car rego ran out on monday also.
On saturday my mum's thug of a husband tried to kick my ass. His daughter's dogs are staying with us, requiring the gate near my door to be closed. After doing some yardwork i took some shit to the tip and left the gate open. When i got back, mum and gary had a go at me then left - well he came back with just one thing on his mind. I was sitting on my sofa, he just kept shouting and stepping closer and i thought - no way, he's gonna flip. So he went for a grab at my throat and it was on. We had a standing wrestle before backing off, i brought up my hands and went in. More wrestle, but this time i got him pinned on the sofa but in a bad position - good enough to put a couple of elbow slaps into his face. This is the point he became rational again. Minor words and he left. Through this the fucker threatened to kill me, beat me senseless, yada. I didn't have any threats for him, no provacative words to inflame the situation - he was just intent on slapping me around a bit. I didn't lose my head.
So i have a couple of bruises, big gash on my leg from colliding with the table at some point. Mum and Lynne agree that nothing like that will happen again, or there will be drastic measures.
Somehow through all this i have a pretty good outlook on things.
My car rego ran out on monday also.
On saturday my mum's thug of a husband tried to kick my ass. His daughter's dogs are staying with us, requiring the gate near my door to be closed. After doing some yardwork i took some shit to the tip and left the gate open. When i got back, mum and gary had a go at me then left - well he came back with just one thing on his mind. I was sitting on my sofa, he just kept shouting and stepping closer and i thought - no way, he's gonna flip. So he went for a grab at my throat and it was on. We had a standing wrestle before backing off, i brought up my hands and went in. More wrestle, but this time i got him pinned on the sofa but in a bad position - good enough to put a couple of elbow slaps into his face. This is the point he became rational again. Minor words and he left. Through this the fucker threatened to kill me, beat me senseless, yada. I didn't have any threats for him, no provacative words to inflame the situation - he was just intent on slapping me around a bit. I didn't lose my head.
So i have a couple of bruises, big gash on my leg from colliding with the table at some point. Mum and Lynne agree that nothing like that will happen again, or there will be drastic measures.
Somehow through all this i have a pretty good outlook on things.