My anger just comes out of nowhere. Or so it seems.

One minute I am talking to him and a blink of an eye later I am storming off, banging the door behind me for proper exit. What happened?!

Some people – usually the ones closest to us – just push our buttons. Not just a little bit either. More the All-the-way-in-plus-turning-them-around-till-it-hurts kind of way. So I fly off the handle because he points out „You are doing it again!“. I am convinced he did it first, of course.

It is that tone of voice he uses that drives me up the wall. Well, apparently, it is the same way for him. And he gets angry too when I do that.

I feel somewhat calmer now, but also still seething. Repeating things over and over in my mind, trying to prove that I am right about whatever it was.

Turns out, I am also not very good at letting go. Another thing I have to look at – again and again.

Sometimes, I hate Sundays.