The Straw That Breaks The Camel's Back

[Kim Taehyung]

Have you ever been so overwhelmed with stress or emotion, but held it all in, until one insignificant thing happens, such as someone asks you the time of day, or you stub your toe? And then it seems like the flood gates have been opened, and you just break down or go off on a huge rant? I did that last night. I was really upset and a little angry, and then I went to go into another room, and I stub practically my entire right foot. It really didn't hurt so much as it just made me release all my sadness and frustration. I couldn't stop crying over a freaking stubbed foot, all because I had all of these emotions already bottled up inside me. Has anyone else ever had that one straw that broke the camel's back?

 

[Bambi]

Ugh yeah, I get it quite often, but the most significant was when I broke up with an ex because he didn't ring me back when I asked him to xD

It's an absolutely ridiculous reason to split up with someone, but things had been building up so long and he took the piss so much, I just saw red and told him to go fuck himself. And I've never looked fucking back either, a right miserable wanker he was. All the bad things he did to me and it took one tiny little insignificant thing that sent me over the edge >.>

 

[Kim Taehyung]

It's taking all I have right now to listen to this one song (Your Guardian Angel by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus) to keep me from totally breaking down right now. I'm that freaking upset.

God, that kind of was a stupid reason to break up, but if he was treating you that badly, then I guess it's a good thing he made you that mad.

 

[Bambi]

You have no idea, he was the biggest tosser in the whole world, I think I was already annoyed at him for lying about his whereabouts, he kept buggering off to blackpool for the weekend ,and I'd not long since given birth, so basically, I was left holding the baby, and I was trying to get hold of him for something or other and he was alwasy dead arsey, he'd just turn his phone off all weekend having a life while I had our daughter and Id be seeeething, so I rang his friend and said tell him to ring me back or it's over, hes taking the piss

wanker thought he'd called my bluff hahaha, the nob.

 

[Serah]

Hun, I went ahead and moved your thread here into Costa del Sol instead of the spam area. I think this thread will receive significant discussion, so it really should be here instead of there. ^_~ When I get time, I'll come back and post because I definitely have had 'straws that broke the camel's back' many of times.

 

[Gingerbread Lesbian]

I don't think I've ever experienced it, or ever want to tbh. I'm more one of those people who'd rather talk to someone about how I feel rather than keep it bottled up, of course it's an entirely different situation if you don't have that person to talk to such as a partner or family. I don't discuss personal issues with anyone else other than my GF or parents since there's always that risk if you tell someone it could slip out and a lot of people could know, quickly.

But that sounds awful keep it bottled up D:

 

[Kandy-Sugar]

It's taking all I have right now to listen to this one song (Your Guardian Angel by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus) to keep me from totally breaking down right now.

Oh my gosh I have been listening to that song for the last week. =0 My brother just gave me their album to listen to. It's so good.

Anyways I have had plenty of these kinds of situations. I tend to keep my emotions bottled up sometimes because I get scared I'll offend the person I'm angry with or whatever.

Anyway in the end I just freakin' snap after they've finally done enough to piss me right off. I finally realise, 'Hey. Why should I be protecting their feelings when they sure as hell don't give a rats about mine?'

So as Frisky said, 'I just see red' and I just start carrying on until I'm satisfied I've gotten everything out of my system.

I'm getting better at telling people on the spot what I think so I don't bottle it up...but sometimes it's hard to do it depending on the situation at the time.

 

[PrincessGarnet]

I have definitely had that happen to me. It happens alot actually. I'll bottle things up and then at the least little thing,explode. I feel sorry for my husband sometimes because he can do one thing that upsets me just a little bit but I'll explode over it when it's really nothing. The explosion comes from me bottling up so much.

Although one thing I can remember well though was this. I had been really depressed and stressed out. I had bottled up everything for months. One day I went into the kitchen to get something out of the fridge and knocked out a coke can which caused it to spill all over the floor. I broke down. I cried and cried and cried. Kind of a weird thing to cry over,but I guess it was just the final straw.

So yes,I definitely know how you feel and how it is just to break down over the smallest things.

 

[Daenerys]

I've exploded a few times. Mainly because when someone annoys me, I'm too polite to tell them, and I just get angry with them, and it builds up over time, until one day they go a little bit too far and then, I explode.

I know it's not healthy to keep feelings bottled up, and all that jazz, but I'm not a big fan of talking about how I feel and all that =/ I prefer to keep my feelings and thoughts to myself. I'd prefer to be a private person than emotionally slutty.

 

[Davey Gaga]

I never really explode. I've lost the rag with a few strangers in public who just can't show any kind of decency or manners (there's no need for ignorance or impoliteness!) but never really exploded at anyone I know. If you just talk about things that are getting to you as they happen, you avoid the need for the explosion at all, and everyone's happier at the end of the day. With friends, I tend not to bring up every trivial little problem because there's just no need to cause rifts; I'll bottle things up but not to the point of breaking. It's not healthy and it just leads to bitching - no one likes that. :derek:

 

[Serah]

One in particular I can remember is an incident which involved me, my husband and my sister-in-law Angie. Back when my husband and I lived in Michigan, we had to live with his sister (Angie) and her husband for awhile which was incredibly frustrating for me considering how much she hated me and I never understood why. One month into living there, I found out I was pregnant with Logan.

This woman treated me like absolute shit but I was always very quiet and reserved. I never said anything to talk back to her. I just let it pile on and pile on and kept it all bottled up. Especially due to the fact that I was pregnant, it hurt me even worse, but I never wavered. She'd say things like "No goddamn baby is going to be born and raised in MY house" so you can imagine how bad it hurt. We helped pay for half of the utilities until we eventually got our own apartment.

However when we finally did get our own place, she took our checkbook from us and was possessive over our money. I mean she literally kept our checkbook from us. She had herself convinced were irresponsible and wouldn't pay our bills. Well both of us being fed up, my husband worked in the same place she did, so when he got to work he approached her and told her he wanted her to stop by the apartment on her way home and give me the checkbook. She was outraged, naturally.

So later that day she shows up at my apartment beating her fist on my door. I opened the door and she comes storming in and slams the checkbook down on my breakfast bar we had at the old place and says "Dave said he wanted the checkbook back today. You guys got a PHONE hooked up!? What the hell is wrong with you! You can't afford that and you won't fucking pay the bill anyway!" and just continued to bitch and yell at me for about 5 minutes. By this point I was really fuming, starting to shake, felt sick because I was pregnant and hadn't said a word. When she said the word "irresponsible" I lost it.

I picked up one of the bar stools from the breakfast bar and threw it at her, barely missing her and just went apeshit. Luckily none of our neighbors were home and the apartment next to us was vacant. I started screaming at her, that I was tired of her treating us like shit, particularly me. I was tired of always succumbing to her every whim and walking around like some obedient fucking dog.

I shoved her really good and hard right back out into the hallway and told her that until she could treat me and her brother (meaning my husband) with some respect she could get the fuck out of my home and stay the fuck away from us because I wasn't going to tolerate her stepping foot into MY door and snapping down my throat on MY turf. I really lost it that day. Hubby actually ended up having to come home early because I was such a wreck. So yeah...her coming into my own place that I was paying for and trashing me and talking down to me the way she was was the straw that broke the camel's back.