Well, here's my courage and maturity... I went there to pick her up after work and when I walked in The guy was sitting on the couch. I literally got so mad I couldn't talk and balled my hands into fists so tight I cut my palms with my fingernails. He's a good 6" taller than me and maybe only has 5 lbs on me (I'm a goonish 5'9" 210 lbs), and stood up to shake my hand. I slapped it away, told him to sit the down, and walked away to breathe for a minute. I came back and said "my issues aren't with you for the moment, but your being here while my daughter is and g (ex) can't be around yours is going to be one. I was/ am so angry my voice was shaky. It still is, and that was an hour ago. When I left her apartment, I punched the exit door to the building open and broke it, shredding my knuckles. I kind of impressed myself, but then tried to feel shame. I felt none, so still impressed. When I left with my daughter in my arms I told josh that we need to sit down and have an adult conversation about the entire situation. He was dismissive and said "sure bro", which was really what got me so ed I broke the door. Soooo.... I'll be getting his full name, will pull his divorce papers, which will have his family's info on there, and will let his wife know about his affair. Maybe. Or I'll use this to make the ex and him keep my daughter out of their whole thing. The whole AA prayer.. things I can't control part... there's things I can, and I will. I don't lose fights, and this one will be fantastic. I won't do anything until I find out about this DoD job, but once I do/ if I do, I'll be merciless. I realize I'm becoming everything I hate right now, but you with my family and me, you end your life as you know it.
I realize my thought process seems clouded. I relapsed tonight. In know it may sound stupid to you veterans, but having a clear mind would have gotten him hurt severley. This guy's 6'3" maybe, in good shape, probably pla sports, maybe football, but didn't have the "look" in his eyes that he's a fighter. Me... I'm 5'9", 210 lbs, trained in kung-fu for 7 years while I was the only white kid in a black neighborhood, and have a face with scars all over the place. Plus, my knuckles look like E.T. from what I've gotten into. All I can say is I define rage. It doesn't do how I feel in words to say the way I feel right now. I feel like I could torture innocent strangers to death in front of their families after i cut their eyelids off so they'd have to watch.
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