Being Bipolar

Over the long holiday weekend, I took a nice camping trip to get away and relax. When I left home Thursday afternoon I had no idea that my weekend would end with so much drama. Yesterday I told you I was having issues with anger. Well, that post was actually written on Thursday before I left home. I managed to control myself for several hours but after that I completely lost it and it almost ended in a physical confrontation. At this point I am seriously considering asking the doctor to increase the dosage of Lamictal because I realize that I truly do need more medication. There are too many stupid people in the world for me to deal with and I am not on enough medication to keep from strangling one of them.

Thursday night was very nice. It was just my immediate family and a 22-year-old that we call our adopted son. One of his female friends came up late that evening. As we were putting up their tent, I saw a snake slithering across the sidewalk not five feet from me. Our adopted son, Brian, quickly killed what turned out to be a copperhead. It rained pretty hard in the middle of the night. Friday morning, we ended up standing at the bathhouse for about an hour while we waited out a tornado warning. There was so much hail that the ground was white. Fortunately, the hail wasn’t large enough to hurt anything. After that, it cleared up and turned into a beautiful day.

Friday afternoon, my sister-in-law and her husband and their two youngest children brought their pop-up and got the spot under the hill from us. I had dinner fixed when they got there and we all sat down and ate. (My chili casserole is a favorite with everyone.) Things were still going good. Later that night, their oldest daughter and her fiancé arrived. They were sleeping in a tent right behind my sister-in-law. We built a fire and we all sat around the campfire way past midnight.

Saturday morning, my sister-in-law had to go to a nearby town to buy an adapter for the plug on their camper. Brian’s friend had to leave because she had to go to work that afternoon. The State Park was having an Easter egg hunt so our niece and her boyfriend took my sister-in-law’s two boys and we took our three youngest children. The Easter bunny was there so we took a few pictures of the kids before the hunt started. After it was all over, we went back to the campground and started getting ready to cook supper. I made chicken enchiladas and we cooked them in a metal pan over the fire. We also had brats and hot dogs.

We decided to take a walk down to the river after supper but before we got back my niece’s fiancé (who was himself a guest) decided to invite a guest—another female. My niece was not very happy about it but she seemed to like the girl after she arrived. The boyfriend was rather rude and offered the girl food that we had cooked. (Hey, you didn’t put in on this man.) I didn’t like her because it only took about ten minutes to realize that she was a pathological liar. I can’t stand people who lie. My sister-in-law decided to go to bed since she had to leave early Sunday morning. We had a nice fire going and things were nice but the three of them (my niece, her boyfriend, and his friend) were annoying me. They decided to leave and go to the liquor store. It was nice and quiet while they were gone but I knew I would go to bed when they got back because they had already gotten on my nerves. As soon as they pulled up, I went inside. I told my husband to keep them quiet because if they woke me up I was going to be angry.

Of course, you know what happened. They were so loud that they woke me up at 1 AM. I was angry to say the least. I called my husband in and told him it was time to run them down the hill and come in and go to bed. He didn’t want to. He wanted to stay out with the fire with Brian. I told him he could either come in now or he could sleep in the tent with Brian. After a brief (and loud) discussion, he decided he would come in for the night. Brian went into his tent and all of the trio followed him. I had to tell my husband to go out and tell them to quiten down or leave. It wasn’t long before Brian texted my husband and told him to come outside. He couldn’t get them to leave his tent so he could go to sleep. The girl had passed out on the air mattress. He told the other two it was time to go. They said they would leave in just a few minutes. Fine. He came back in thinking they were packing it up and going in for the night.

It kept getting louder and louder so I told him he was going to have to get rid of them or I would. Nobody wanted me to go out there. They knew it would get ugly. He texted his sister and told her to tell her daughter it was time to go to bed. It was about that time that the girl started screaming at the top of her lungs. It went from screaming to crying. My husband ran outside to find his niece’s fiancé trying to make the girl get up and he had his hands all over her—and I do mean ALL over her. She was screaming at him telling him to leave her alone. My husband bent down in the tent and threatened to hit him. He got out and they were starting to leave. This was when I headed out the door telling them they better get down the hill right now. (They had been trying to keep me from going out there.) My sister-in-law got up right about that time. My husband walked down the hill to tell her what was going on and the boy started trying to talk to him. I walked down there and put my finger in his face and told him the best thing he could do at this point was to shut the hell up or else my husband would end up hurting him. He tried to say something else and I got even closer to him and told him to keep running his mouth and he would end up getting an ass kicking right there. He shut up quickly and started crying.

Let me say that everyone who knows me knows that the drama ends with me. When I get angry it is all going to end or someone is going to get hurt. They knew when I came out the door it was serious. I got my husband to go back up the hill. My niece and her boyfriend walked to the bathhouse and she mouthed off something when she walked past. I told her, “Shut it up now. I don’t tolerate spouting off at me.” They went back to the tent and I could hear them all the way at my campsite. I yelled down there that they better shut it up or I would tear that tent apart shutting them up. It got quiet quickly and it stayed quiet after that. Brian laughed. He said I would be like Wolverine off of X-men clawing that tent apart.

It was around this time that I found out that he had slapped Brian in the back of his head twice, telling him he couldn’t go to sleep. Brian didn’t hit him because he didn’t want to get us kicked out. I told Brian I appreciated his restraint. So my niece’s boyfriend had two men ready to kick his ass. I told my sister-in-law to tell both my niece and him that they had best not come back to my campsite. They left us stuck with the drunk girl that we didn’t even know. She kept saying, “I don’t normally do this. I have two kids.” I snapped at her, “I have four and it doesn’t make me the smartest person in the world”. She kept saying, “I work for the government.” So does my mother—in a state mental hospital. I was tired of it all and I was seriously going to hurt her if she didn’t shut up. I said a responsible adult doesn’t go out and get drunk around a bunch of strangers. She shut up quickly. Lucky for her that we are decent people. They put her back in the tent and zipped her up and Brian slept on our couch.

I was so mad that I was shaking when I went in. The kids had already woke up and found what the Easter bunny brought them. I finally got them settled down and I think I ended up going to sleep around 4 AM. I was not a happy camper. Brian kept trying to get the kids to be quiet. He told them, “If she comes down here, I’m going to be saying momma please don’t hit me.”

I cannot deal with stupidity and I ended up outnumbered by them. Funny thing. No one else could get them to shut up and go to bed. It took me all of ten minutes to get them all in bed. They knew not to pull that crap with me. I have a much longer fuse now thanks to the medication but once I do get angry the BS stops.

So what is your opinion? Do I need more medication or was my reaction somewhat normal?

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