I was the only one who responded in that "what's the worst thing a guy has done to you" thread. Looks like you have a few stories of your own. Like we all do... 
He wasn't making the death threats directly towards
me, but for all intents & purposes, he might as well have, because the end result could very well have been the same thing. For years guys were terrified to even
talk to me 'cause he was such a
'well-connected' Calabrese hothead (if ya know what I mean). Even in highschool, as we walked home from school, if someone spotted one of his cars in the distance, guys were jumping over hedges trying not to be seen anywhere near me. After we broke up, most guys in our town were too intimidated to even come near me. One guy who wasn't intimidated, happened to be a
'well-connected' Sicilian (if ya know what I mean.) Needless to say, when those fireworks started, being in the middle was not the safest place to be. It doesn't take a genious to figure out that when the Hatfield & the McCoys have finally settled their differences and lived in relative peace, the last thing either family wants or needs is war, ...let alone a war over a chick.
It doesn't take a genious to understand that Old Man Hatfield & Old Man McCoy, ...might simply take it upon themselves to rid themselves of the cause of the renewed feuding, so they can go back to a state of truce.
Let's just say I've had enough
Soprano chic to last me a lifetime... or two.
