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[–] sugarcoatedstrych9 [S] 0 points 1 point (+1|-0) ago 

It was almost just a fight or flight response, and I chose flight this time. She also did have young kids with her, so to get into a screaming match in front of those kids would have made me feel like an absolute piece of shit. Even though this bitch totally deserved it, the kids saw everything as they were sitting in the car part of the cart, and maybe they'd have learned something from the confrontation, I don't think I could have been the better adult, the higher person, in that situation knowing how I felt at the time and what I would have been capable of at the time.

But I'm getting better at confrontation in general. I'm still not that good at it, and I do try to pick my battles. This should have been one, yes, but again, flight just took over and I just bailed. It won't be happening again, this was the final straw in my patience.

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[–] sizedouttaZero 0 points 3 points (+3|-0) ago 

I understand where you're coming from, but sometimes (especially when dealing with obeasts) trying to be a decent human being is seen as weakness.

You have the patience of a saint, however.

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[–] sugarcoatedstrych9 [S] 0 points 1 point (+1|-0) ago  (edited ago)

It is. I'm sure she thinks she won the battle with the skinny bitch trying to keep her from her necessary sugahs, and I'm sure she'll be telling her cow herd about her brave interaction with the anorexic boy-woman who tried to shame her just for existing, but I'll know the truth. And in the end, again, this was the final straw in my patience. I can't let fat shits who throw their weight around (literally) win anymore, when the battle is absolutely worth fighting. So in the end, this only further fanned the flames of my shitladyhood, and it'll be much more verbal and apparent from now on.