I was a monster in my twenties and thirties, too. I mean a look at me the wrong way and you may get punched out monster. Drunk, of course.
I can relate to what you went through. It takes a lot to **** me off now.
But it sounds like this ass was jerking your chain for awhile and it built up and exploded in a fit of rage.
To me, there's nothing wrong with what you dd. I know myself, and know I would have done the same thing.
My ******** tolerance has gotten much higher since I got sober, but it didn't leave altogether.
I know I didn't put it into words very well, but I understand completely.