Tirade

 

TIRADE1

 

“You’ve done what? I cannot believe it. What on earth possessed you to do that? Are you mad? Are you completely unhinged woman? Sweet Jesus I don’t believe what you just said to me. How many times have we been over this before? Countless times. Hell, I said it only yesterday didn’t I? I cannot believe you would be so stupid as to do something like this, it just beggars belief. You know I am starting to think that you do this on purpose don’t you? It’s no good shaking your head and staring at me like that, do you think I will feel sorry for you if you give me those eyes? Do you? I said DO YOU? Yes, you may as well shake your head again, it’s about as much as someone of your idiocy can do. I swear I am living with an epsilon semi-moron, have you always been this fucking dumb? I guess you have. It was such a simple thing to do, straight forward, a child could do it, but no not you, you had to go and be clever and go and royally fuck it up. You absolute idiot. You have ruined everything now; you do realise that don’t you? I mean it is completely ruined and how about that for a fantastic start eh? Yes, I am being sarcastic, I suppose I have to explain that to someone as brain dead as you. Jesus, why on earth have I been saddled with you. Don’t you fucking dare speak when I am speaking, you’ve done enough damage as it is, you will shut the fuck up and listen to me when I am setting you straight. I have pointed out to you so many bloody times what you should do and you assured me, you stood there and assured me that you knew what you were doing. That was a lie. I SAID SHUT UP AND DON’T INTERRUPT ME! I swear you want me to hit you don’t you? That’s what you are trying to do. Oh I know you alright, you think you are so damn clever but I have you worked out. I know what you are up to. That’s right, wind me up, get it wrong, disappoint and frustrate me and then you want me to explode and land myself in some hot water. Well it isn’t going to work with me. I am not stupid. I am not you, you know. I know what I am doing. I am the one that keep this place together, you would do well to remember that when you are busy ruining everything with your mind-blowing and monumental incompetence. It is breath taking. It truly is. I told you what to do. I told you once, I told you a hundred times and you said to me and I can specifically remember what you said, you said ‘don’t worry, I can be trusted to get it right’. Yes, that is what you said. It is no point looking like that, don’t pull that face with me, don’t you fucking dare, I am sick of you not showing me enough respect around here. I work my backside off to keep things afloat, not that you give me any credit for it though. Oh no, you are too busy taking the piss, fucking things up and spoiling it for everyone and especially for me. I don’t know what I am going to do now. I mean, you’ve just, I, I am almost lost for words. You see, not only have you cocked it right up but you have lied to me as well. I don’t know which is worse, but that’s you all over isn’t it. The liar, the deceiver, you flatter to deceive. Don’t think I don’t know what you get up to. I have my eye on you, yes, you would do well to look worried, I know all about you. What are you looking over there for? Look at me when I am talking to you. Look. At. Me. Oh here we go, the waterworks. If you have messed up and you are being corrected start crying and it will be all okay again. Well it won’t will it? It won’t be okay after what you have done. It won’t be fine. It won’t be good or great or fine and dandy. You have messed it up. I knew this would happen. I knew I shouldn’t have left it to you, but do you know what, I thought to myself, no, give her a chance, let her prove she can do it, let he demonstrate that she can be trusted to get it right, I mean, after all, that is what a relationship is all about isn’t it? Trust. Without trust there is nothing. Do you see what you have done? Do you? Do you really understand the impact of what you have done? Somehow I doubt it, that is why I am having to do this. Do you think I like shouting at you? What’s that? Were you going to nod then? Why you ungrateful and nasty bitch, you have some cheek to accuse me of enjoying this when I am the one who has to put up with the consequence of your outrageous incompetence. I am the one who is put out. I am the one who has to suffer. You will just walk away muttering about having understood, how you have learned your lesson and you won’t do it again but I may as well be speaking in Mandarin for all of the notice that you take. I told you to stop crying. If you don’t stop crying, I am going to seriously lose it with you. Christ, what am I going to do? You’ve messed it up and ruined it for me. You don’t care, you don’t. If you did care you wouldn’t keep doing this would you. You wouldn’t keep making these mistakes and winding me up. You are trying to send me to an early grave aren’t you so you can have all this to yourself aren’t you? Got some fancy man on the side have we? I bet that’s what this is all about isn’t it? Ruin me through your incompetence and then waltz off into the sunset with some Johnny Come Lately after I croak it, sent to an early grave by your scheming. You’d love that wouldn’t you, to see me off. You nasty cow, no wonder nobody likes you, no wonder nobody asks you out. Oh yes, we never get invited anywhere these days because of you and your behaviour and is it any wonder. You are a walking disaster area. I mean people put up with you, they did it for my sake, I have good friends like that, or should I say I had good friends like that but thanks to you they are disappearing like rats on a sinking ship. You won’t be happy will you until you have completely ruined everything for me will you. That’s what you want. You want me on my knees, gasping for breath, miserable and wretched as you cavort and carry on with some other mug that you have seduced and promised the world to. I can’t believe I fell for it, but then I guess you keep the real you hidden don’t you, tucked away until you have your feet under the table, your name on the deeds and the joint Amex account. Well you are not that clever because you won’t beat me. I am cleverer than you. I am going to make you pay for what you have done. I am the one who is in charge here, this is my house and you do what I say. I am going to unleash hell against you after this catastrophe, it is an outrage, a complete outrage. I pity our neighbours having to put up with this, but you make me do it, it is all about you. I am not fooled by the frightened looks and the tears, other people might be taken in by it, but I am not. I know it is all for show. You disgust me, you scheming, manipulative, hateful cow. I curse the day I met you. Now look, you’ve made me late, thanks a bunch, that’s all I need. I’m going and don’t think I’ve finished; this is far from over.”

Silence.

“I thought you would prefer raspberry jam to marmalade,” you say softly to nobody in particular.

13 thoughts on “Tirade

  1. Singlet says:

    This made me laugh. HG, you are my voice in some of these articles. Perfect description of some of my own thoughts which often remain unspoken thanks to my cognitive control. In the moment that scenario is mostly unwarranted and may seem harsh, once simmered down and replayed, it is truly comical.

  2. Scout says:

    That profound need for validation and control… It still amazes me narcs can’t recognise how abnormal their behaviour is, but such is the disorder of the psychopathic brain. It would be tragic if it wasn’t for the immense suffering inflicted upon their victims.

  3. Kimi says:

    I feel the anxiety in my throat and chest, having just read this as I lived it a hundred times or more with my Nex-husband! Spot on HG!

  4. Noname says:

    That’s my dear Patrinarc from A to Z.

    When I was 20, I visited his home to see my sister (she was ill) and had a chance to listen to his another insulting tirade.

    When he finished, I said “Interesting, papa…could you repeat this speech to a big man with a big fists…Or it is just for tiny and weak women exclusively?”.

    Slap. Another one. Then another. Then I lost my consciousness.

    It was his answer to my question.

  5. Chingona says:

    i know the tirade all to well. thank you HG

    1. HG Tudor says:

      You are welcome.

  6. Viva says:

    Weightless, music by Marconi Union. Too much anxiety.

    1. Thank you Viva!
      Book marked for anxiety reduction.
      Perse

  7. Blank says:

    🔫

  8. And then you will pick up the ringing phone, and answer in the sweetest voice, talk, laugh and joke, like you didn’t just eviscerate me while I’m picking my guts up off the floor, trying to stuff that mess back inside me.

    The worst is when you ask me a rhetorical question, and actually expect me to answer while you pause, still red faced, to lick the foaming spittle back into your mouth,”You’re just stupid aren’t you?!! You’re just a whore, aren’t you?!!Aren’t you?!!Answer me when I ask you a question!!”

    I was surprised the first time I saw him red faced foaming at the mouth spit flying. I had previously though it just a literary device to denote extreme anger.
    Nope! That shit gets real!

    reading this has been definitely painful

  9. Becky says:

    I’ve never experienced this with a significant other, but my mother would frequently go off on tirades like this when I was growing up over tiny mistakes like leaving a glass out or leaving a light on. When she divorced and remarried the ultimate enabler he would often join in or take over and speak on her behalf. A few times I was pretty old, like 19 or 20 and that woman would have me hysterical in tears pleading that I didn’t deliberately leave the glass out to purposely upset her. She would go ballistic.

  10. Patricia J says:

    Wow! LOL. This is so accurate. You are good at this. “You Nasty Cow “….Ha Ha.

    1. HG Tudor says:

      True.

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