But not really.  Have you seen the movie “Anger Management”?  When Dr. Whacko is explaining to David that there are two types of angry people, I always thought of myself as more The Hulk type than the cashier type…  Apparently, I am the cashier.  I don’t express anger, I just bury it…  And then it rears it’s ugly head when it shouldn’t.

I get angry with my kids and my husband…  ’cause they’re safe.  And I feel unjustified or mean or selfish when I start to feel twinges of anger toward the people who probably *do* deserve it, or at least, to whom the anger would be understandable.  I can’t even find the words because it just seems so… futile.