My son's been in a "smoldering rage" for the past few days. I'm on the verge of hauling off and decking him one. Not that I really could or would (and if I could, it would still be a bad thing to do...I'm just frustrated). He won't say what he's mad about, just slams around acting like a pouting kid instead of the 31 year old he is. I think he got his feelings hurt when he broke the spigot in his shower. We mentioned he broke it (gasp!). And he did. But his "feelings" are all hurt because we said it out loud.
My husband contributed to an enraging situation at my parents' Saturday, and I was so overwhelmed with rage, I went and sat in the truck for an hour and a half rather than stay one more moment in their house, and barely spoke another word to him all the rest of the evening, nor even told him goodnight when I went to bed. I didn't discuss it with him yesterday because it was his birthday, but my previous experience with how "eating" my emotions contributes to depression means I *will* be discussing it with him tonight -- and it may get loud, but that's ok; that's how we ventilate, and then it will be past.
The dream this morning was a real doozy; in it, I was interviewing for a job, and was told that smoking was ok, but vaping would not be tolerated -- which naturally enraged me in the dream, so I gave them back their stupid paperwork and told them nevermind, I wasn't interested in working for such stupid people. Was still mad as hell when I woke up.

Thinking of the discussion my husband and I need to have did not settle me one iota... and about 10 mins after I was dressed and sitting here at the computer, that thing fell off the wall. Just really,
really glad I'd already let my cat outside, so she was neither traumatized (she's a real scaredy-cat!) nor injured.
Andria