I always had a horrible temper growing up. I think it was something of a genetic thing...one whole side of the family is hot blooded. I'd rage and scream, throw things, fight and, if I couldn't win that way I found that cutting words were the best weapons of all. Granted, I'd feel better for a bit after a tantrum of that sort but then I'd eventually feel guilty. Then I met my husband. The man is the calmest, most rational creature I've ever met. Early in our marriage I would still throw these tantrums and instead of reacting he would just look at me like I was acting like a child. You could tell he was trying his best not to laugh. It really made me understand how ridiculous my overreactions were. I've learned a lot from him...namely that there is really no point in being mad most of the time. It is human to make mistakes and, unless someone is hurting themself or others, sometimes it is best just to let them be wrong. Being angry with someone really makes me physically uncomfortable. Now, if something needs to be said I say it in the most tactful way possible so that I don't have to brood over it, but if it something little (more unsolicited advice from my MIL, for example) I just shrug it off and go read a book, hang out outside or find the humour in the situation. I think laughter really is the best medicine most of the time!
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