Recently, I’ve been saying, “Son of a bitch!”
This is mainly due to my soon-to-be-ex and his turncoat Christian mother who wrote off our 25 year connection when her son turned out to be a cheater and a liar who abandoned his disabled wife and left her with nothing. Yeah, I’m bitter.
I always end up cutting the end of my curse words off (maybe i’m self censoring?)
such as:
OH SHIIIIIII (Oh shit)
FUUUHHHHHHHH (Fuck)
SON OF UHHH (son of a bitch!) unless I am talking to a sibling, then it becomes
SON OF UHHH… GREAT MOM
Ffffuuuccckkkk! Or any variation of the word. My favorite use was during a heated argument with my husband many years ago. He had me so flustered that I said fucking fucker fucker fuck! It made us giggle and calm down because it was so silly.
“Damn it all to hell!” Which I picked up from my mom. That’s for somewhat frustrating things.
“Shitshitshitshitshit!” when I hurt myself, usually in the kitchen.
“God bless America and all the tiny little ships at sea!” when I’m in a situation where something has gone wrong and I’m trying not to swear.