"I don`t know what happened to me because I started to laugh so loud my tears were coming down; I just couldn't control myself. Somehow I managed to excuse myself and told them I will be calling later."
LOL, & cheers to you!!!
Actually, this is one of the reasons that I don't go back. I couldn't keep a straight face. This would surely get me into shouting matches with all concerned. And of course, that would lead to confrontations that would lead to other negatives consequences.
I got real good at "keeping my mouth shut" and doing the "poker face" routine before I left.
But I did feel the poker face starting to slip: I was standing over a floor buffer, with this "bROTHER" lecturing me on how wonderful polishing floors was at 2 AM!!! I kept my mouth shut, but I think my face must have been letting the "you've got to be kidding" show!!!
In fact, I probably would have had the most successful "slow fade" ever, if my father hadn't ratted me out and tried dragging me back to meetings.
Honestly, I felt like Barnyard Dog in that Foghorn Leghorn cartoon. That was the one where Henery (spelling IS correct) the Chicken Hawk was determined to get a chicken. Foghorn had the Chicken Hawk convinced that Barnyard Dog was a chicken. So, everywhere Barnyard Dog hid, Foghorn was pointing to the bush or rock that the Dog was using for cover. That is how I felt, with my Old Man playing "meeting attendance cop".
Yes, I'm certain that I would laugh in somebody's face at the wrong time, if I were to "go back". You aren't alone: there comes a point where you just can't hold it in!!!!!!!!
Mustang