I didn’t dare to cuss/swear at home either, but my dad sure did, but on the common words, nothing life the F word. However, my step-mom didn’t like his cussing AT ALL. She never left him, due to it, but she sure reprimanded him over it. He wasn’t much into church/religion, like my mom was, and she made him go (every Sunday). He wasn’t in the car, outside of the church building, for five minutes until the cuss words started up. He didn’t cuss all the time, but for my mom, enough. Don’t know what my dad’s upbringing was like, but it had to be different than my moms. Since they were my step-parents, I really wonder how/why they met and married with his cussing the way it was.
Honestly, in a 24 hour day I could probably find at least one thing an hour I could take offense at now days. But that would only end up causing stress for me personally so I do my best to not let things offend me that I don't agree with or like very much. The older I get the more I realize it's just not worth wasting my energy on because energy and peace of mind are precious to me the older I get. Every now and then though I feel just like you expressed @Gloria Mitchell...and letting all that hot air out feels like a blessing so thanks for sharing what many of us feel sometimes.