Mom and I were talking the other day about someone we know. Someone who got angry, lost control and told someone off. Ok it was me.
We were also discussing other similar situations when people we know and people in our family lose their temper. Grandma Reagan was Irish so I guess we caught her Irish temper.
We mentioned how my brother gets angry with his kids and grandkids , how my Dad used to lose his temper with us. We talked about people we know (not me this time) and how they are with their relatives and how things are sometimes said that cause people to stay away from their family for long periods of time. How sometimes one bad incident happens and it ends up turning into an angry arguement about everything that bothers you. How a landslide of emotion and angry words all slide out and the next day you feel sorry about saying anything and you really didn't even mean it. How you can carry a sack of emotions around, how it gets so heavy and suddenly dumps out all over the place.
All of these things, our temper, our heritage, the circumstances, landslides and sacks. They are all just excuses we come up with for angry outbursts. I added, "Well at least, most the time, I don't stay angry for too long. At least I apologize!"
Her response? "I'd rather just not say it and just NOT be sorry."
(And she wonders why she's still around.)
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