The Bitch

She likes to show up sometimes. I'm not even really sure if she's here when I'm manic or depressive, or if she's even a part of me or someone else. Today she reared her ugly head yet again.

We were in the grocery store picking up food for the next day or so. We had already grabbed our stuff and was heading toward the check out lines. Self check was the only ones without a huge line, and there were 4 of them. 2 of them had lines, 2 didn't, so I headed toward the two that didn't.

Hubby said. "Babe, these people were in line first."

Well, there were 2 lines, and 4 check outs, so I kept going forward.

That's when the first lady in line said ,"I was in line first." Well, I was still thinking 4 checkouts, 4 lines, so I said so to her when she became quite rude telling me that there were two lines not four for the checkouts.

That's when the bitch showed up.

I called her a dumb bitch as I started walking to a different area completely. Hubby grabbed my arm and said something like hey, is that really necessary?

Of course that infuriated me even more. That's when the lady said 'Really, in front of your kids?'

I said, yeah, in front of my kids.

She yelled "MOTHER OF THE YEAR RIGHT THERE!"

Had I had 1 ounce less of self control I would have walked her outside, grabbed her head, and slammed it into the pavement until she was a bloody and very dead mess.

I haven't been this mad since I took a bar to my step father.

Hubby didn't help the situation.

Anyway, I don't know if I'm manic or depressive, but either way I'm in a very bad place - and I'm there without my medication, and insurance to get any anytime soon.

This could get bad.