The fragile existence of any calm moment is liable to be instantly destroyed by a succession of minute annoyances, which means my wife is affected most negatively and most severely. Now that I’ve officially declared war on my anger, it seems to rear up increasingly and with malice at the tiniest details crossing my wrathful way. I must shame myself into being a better person. Don’t let me get away with anger. If my wife sees this, she should know that she has full permission to throw heavy things at my head if I ever get angry at or around her.

Don’t forget it.

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