I am not one of those who can burst their anger. Mine stays inside me, boils and lingers. If you were the one who caused it, you would get the silent treatment. My husband did when he was with me. A lot.
At the group grief counseling that I attended, many expressed their anger towards their family members, friends, organizations and the deceased. I told them that I didn’t feel angry, never felt like I had to punch pillows. The counselor, then, pointed out that sarcasm is a sign of anger. Well, in that case, I had plenty of anger in me.
You might not see my anger on the surface. But, please be aware of the steam seeping out of my ear. I might be fuming inside.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Mad as a Hatter.”
“Tell us about a time when you flew into a rage. What is it that made you so incredibly angry?”