I am realising that this thread ia about venting your spleen at people. I always connect the phrase with venting about something, but to someone else, not the perpetrator.
DD always rings me when she is furious about something and vents her spleen. I listen until the venting is over and then pour metaphoric tea down the phone line and we move on. I do somthing similar to DH, although that is usually face to face. When really worked up I go for a long walk while I steam inside, think of all the things I would like to say/do to the cause of my problems and gradually lower the tempreture until I feel safe to go home.
I learned when very young never to paint myself into a corner, so I do not think I have ever lost my temper and told someone to their face exactly what I think of them on anything. After a row like that apologies are so embarrassing and the whole event always leaves such a nasty flavour.
Do you think you know when you are going to die?
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