I had by far my worst trigger last august, just a month passed DDay. A bit of background: the FOW skank is a huge Phillies fan and during the A FWH immersed himself in baseball, favoring the Phillies. They are the hometown team for us but he had never shown much interest in baseball. He's more a football guy. So I thought it a little odd last spring when he suddenly had a huge desire to begin following baseball. He even took our son to a meet and greet before a game with the team and was looking into little league for him. I was put off about it at first because it felt "off" however, I thought it would good for my son. Now I know better
Anyway, as I walked into a doctor appt with FWH, a new doctor, I found myself surrounded in Phillies paraphernalia. On ALL
of the walls, the desks, the freaking CEILING
...on the doors, the office was plastered with it. It was un-effing-real. I just stood there, stunned. I remember turning in circles quite a few times (I'm sure I looked like a nut job) looking for a safe spot to look at. There was absolutely no surface that did not have the red & white logo. Even the side tables on each chair had a small Phillies lamp. It took me about two minutes of silent panic before the tears spilled and I bolted from the office. I ran into the hallway and hid behind a pillar. My FWH and a nurse came out a few minutes later. I don't know what he told her, I never asked but she was so nice about it and said she got me an appt with another office for the next day and prompted me to go. Fortunately the new office was ok- no diehard Phillies fans there.
FWH- 40 recovering SA
Her- 43, a self-centered bitch concerned with no one but herself
DDay- July 13, 2013
Back off man- I'm a scientist!
~ Dr. Peter Venkman