L and I were just talking about celebrating feeling angry. We both were remembering the first time I told her I was angry at her. She was so proud! Lol.

Anger has been hard for me, but I'm getting better at expressing it, at least with L. And a little with my family. It's still hard with my sister and H. Sister will disown me, and H gets mad at me for my anger. With H, it turns into a yelling match.

I grew up in a house where anger was not expressed healthily. My dad would sigh, and we'd all run to our rooms, mom included. My mom took her anger out silently in the bedroom or spankings. Then when I met H, he took his anger out by yelling and physically. He's changed a lot since he broke my elbow. We still yell, but there's no more physical stuff.