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Jan 15, 2007, 04:07 AM
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Member Since: Jan 2004
Location: minnesota usa
Posts: 565
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<font color="green"> Anger is a hard one. I don't do anger well, I stuff it or turn it on myself.  I am learning or trying to learn to be angry at the right persons.
That is hard when one of those persons is your mom. My dad was so wonderful, I cannot understand how he loved my mother so much. I can't understand how he loved me. Because I know he never hated her even when she hated him and wished him evil, I find it hard not to try and be like him - sad for her but knowing it is her problem.
I can't do it like he did and so I keep believing it is me. I was not the child I should have been, that somehow I deserved that treatment. Truth be told - none of us deserves that kind of treatment and as long as I keep it that detached I can believe it. Anger comes out little by little, even when it seems to overwhelm you in firery explosions. And my therapist assures me there is an end to the anger. Some day I am gonna face it and conquer it. 
But today I am too afraid of it.  </font>
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Worry is like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do but it doesn't get you anywhere.
-Erma Bombeck
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