I was on a bus a couple years ago, and some idiot started shoving his baby in my face as some sort of joke. I was very on edge and was probably quite obvious in how uncomfortable I was with it, which just made him think it was funnier. Eventually, I blurted out that if he didn't get the baby out of my face, I'd take it and then throw it. That made him get it out of my face, but of course he was apparently part of a party of 15 or so people. He told it to some girl, who went downstairs on the bus and told it to the mother. I texted my husband who happened to be home to come meet me halfway just in case. Thankfully, my stop was next - but I would've gotten off either way. The whole party flipped me off through the windows, but I was honestly just relieved that nothing more happened.

Well, until I was down the street, that is. The (I assume) mother of the kid comes running at me. The next bus stop was quite a distance away, so she must have convinced the driver to stop early in order to catch up with me, even running. I yell at her that I don't wanna fight, but she doesn't slow down. Tackles me and grabs my hair. I'm by no means any kind of fighter, so the only thing I manage to do is pull her down with me so I at least don't get kicked while on the ground. More of them show up, cheering her on.

Thankfully, at this point, my husband arrives. He sees what's going on, and without any kind of hesitation, he runs down there, jumps over the fence and slams into the biggest of the guys in the party who was jeering at me, throwing him to the ground. He then tells these people - about 7 or so have arrived by now - that they can fuck off and leave his wife alone. They start talking about how I wanted to kill their baby, I stupidly try to explain myself, my husband motions for me to leave. So I do. I pick up my glasses which fell off during the scuffle and leave, with my husband following shortly after.

Sometimes I think back to that day and wonder how bad of a shape I would have ended up in if he hadn't been there. I realise that what I said was incredibly stupid, but it was as if saying it just flipped a switch in this guy's head. One moment he was happy to thrust his baby into my face and laughing at my obvious discomfort, and the next he was telling me that I was lucky I'm a girl, or he would fucking kill me for threatening his child. I just wanted him to get the fuck away and "Get it away from me" didn't help.

I dunno why I shared that story, I'm not exactly proud of it and it's not exactly terribly relevant, but it just came to mind because fucking fuck, what the fuck, just leave me alone, I don't know you, if your baby means so much to you, why are you thrusting it in my face, shit.