I have been very abused in my past, and I was starting to feel like I had been making progress, when something happened today that made me doubt that I'll EVER be 'normal'. I went to Walmart, and the door greeter asked to see my bag. I told her it wasn't a return and that it had a Target tag, but she came running after me and grabbed it! Mind you, this was coming INTO the store, not leaving! She took it over to her stand, and dug through the bag. She took her sweet time about it, then tied it into a tight knot! Of course she put the damn Walmart sticker on the bag. I was having a hard time opening the knot, and asked her why she tied it in a knot, when it was not that way to begin with. I said I need to match colors, (it was a small bath rug, brand new with Target tags!) how was I supposed to do that if I couldn't even get the bag open! She said 'you didn't say you were gonna match colors', and I said 'you didn't ask!'[ There was more back and forth, and I finally walked away, into the store, and called her a ***** as I walked away. I was so irritated! Why else would I bring it INTO the store, duh! Anyway, I looked around the store for about 15 minutes, then started to leave. I took the sticker off of the bag, and took the rug completely out of the bag as I left, so we wouldn't go throught the same crap again. I put the sticker on the top of her stand, while she was talking to someone else, and the ***** ripped the sticker off of the stand and slammed it onto my shirt on my upper arm! Holy crap! Touching me is OFF LIMITS! I ripped it back off and shoved her head really hard from behind as I slammed it on the back of her head. She started to come after me, then realized I guess, that she'd lose her job, and stopped. She said 'Oh you *****, you're so lucky I'm at work', and I turned around, smiled, and laughed in her face! Then I walked out. Now, I realize that this was outrageous behavior on both our parts, but all I can think about now, is how bad I want to beat her f*ing head in. I wouldn't give her the satisfaction of letting her know she got to me, hence the smile and laugh. That's a direct copy of my former response to being beat. It was the only power I had. Believe it or not, I run into people like this ALL the time! How in the hell am I supposed to go on with my life and be mellow, when these assholes keep messing with me? I wasn't looking for trouble, as ALWAYS, it found me. I am so furious, I am shaking and can't let it go. Help!