When my son said that to me, I realized that it wasn't everyone else but me. I raged over doors being left open, cabinet doors, stuff laying around. I felt so disrespected. I was an out of control control freak. I also realized that everyone's going to hate me because of my outrageous behavior, especially my son. I had to accept that I'm not in control and that they are who they are no matter how much I tried to change them to what I thought was right. I had to come to peace with this. I also practiced being calm when things didn't go the way I thought it should. There are plenty of times I started yelling and I'd cut myself off, swallowing what's left. It's a hard thing to do because it was so new to me. I also practiced smiling, being comfortable and make my kid laugh too. They respond better when your nice to them and less spiteful when disciplined.

We know that people at work, fellow co workers, that we have absolutely no control over, and to rage at work would be insane let alone financially devastating. Of course there's a few internal gripes for "them" special people. Road rage, no one can hear you scream (hopefully). We are in our private bubble and we have a mean streak over others stupidity. I can't stand stupid people.

Also, I've done the 12 steps and the principles written and taught also helped.

God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; courage to change the things I can; and wisdom to know the difference.

I hope this helps hun.