I appreciate the support guys and gals, but I'm really not a violent person and it's got me a bit off kilter. I know where this ****tard lives and pass by his parents house (yeah, he's 47 and living with his parents, and I won't go into all the other ****) every day on my way to and from work, but I've just managed to avoid him for 5 years. I didn't really want to cause him any physical harm, but just wanted to scare the crap out of him. Something in me snapped as he was smirking trying to weave his weasely little yarn. Kind of like Ralphie with Scut Farkas.
I'm not even letting my daughter know about it... yet. I need to sort some things out in my head first. I teach compassion and understanding, not violence and revenge.
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