My ex-wife was heavily pregnant with my boy. She had a hell of a pregancy. It was not at all helped by a small group of bitchy women she worked with, stressing her out. She would be in tears every night and she did what she normally did when i offered to take it up with them, not to. She knew with my temper up i was not going to be that cordial.
I was called up from work. She had fainted at work (a University Library). I got there and her friend was with her. She had regained consciousness and was being attended and was assured that she was going to be OK and that she was a bit stressed.
I was furious. I was livid. I knew where the stress was coming from. I stormed over there to the counter. They all saw me and were all smiles. "Oh Hi"
I let them fucking have it, big time.
At one point the Manager (funnily enough called Libro) came out of his little office and said something like "Oh Ross you can't..."and i cut him off with a "Get the fuck back in your office libro this doesn't concern you!" Finnier still, he about faced and went back in and hid.
I ended by saying that my ex was under more stress than she needed and if that stress caused her to lose the baby, my baby, then I was going to hold each of them responsible and that they would not have to deal with her, they would have to deal with me"
I stalked off and returned to my ex.
Things in the workplace improved dramatically and the three women became very accomodating. In fact one ended up becoming very friendly with her.
My ex had no idea of what I had said and presumed that they felt sorry for her for fainting and that they had obviously had some misunderstanding or something.
I remember she one time confessed on some occassion when she invited Margaret out that Margaret had told her that she thought i did not like her and that she was a bit frightened of me. I told her she was right and that i hated her. My ex's response? "What over how she treated me way back then? That was 12 months ago, get over it and move on".
phobia.