Sometimes, it's hard to do the right thing and when you're already against the wall, it's so damn hard not to fight back. I guess I just wasn't born a martyr. I was taught to fight for my rights and to fight a good fight. Oh, my close friends, my family and especially my dear hubby knows so well what I'm capable of doing. They wouldn't want to cross my path when I'm fumed.
But, of course, after all these and after taking a very deep breath, through the years and because of my church orientation, I've learned to calm down and take control of my violent nature. There are just some times when I miss. **wink**
AARRRGGGHHH!
There. I feel better now... I think.
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