There's nothing in the world that can piss you off worse though. I'm not by any stretch an angry or violent person, but when I found out the girl who was sucking my life blood leaching off of me, whom I couldn't get rid of--try as I might--was fucking half of Detroit, I flew off the handle. Punched a hole in the wall right next to her head just to let her know I was serious. And, yes, I said all the meanest things I could think of in the meanest way I could think to say them. I can laugh about it now with a little embarrassment, but at the time I had no sense of self-control. I don't think I've ever been that pissed off, or even close, at any time in my life. All for the best though. After wallowing in sorrow for a few weeks (and enjoying a few parts of life I had denied myself for a few years) I went out and got the girl I wanted, and got married to her soon thereafter. So in a way having to reevaluate what I wanted was a good thing, but it didn't feel that way at the time. I guess there's a reason that betrayal is a pretty common theme in stories :) Edit: And actually I don't regret it. It's good to let it all out. I think I would have felt worse in retrospect if I just would have booted her out of the house and been done with it. Left it all on the field, so to speak.