My antidote to anger

In the end, no screaming in to a pillow required.   In fact, all that was needed was release and recognition.  And perhaps a little romance.


The release of tears and words; clumsy words, tumbling and gulping out as the Big Man stroked my head.


The recognition that the same thoughts, feelings and emotions are still there, that I am just getting better at managing them.


The romance of walking around our floodlit garden, under the stars, hand in hand.


I must remember my antidote for anger.  Being heard and being loved.



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