Anger is a powerful thing. Sometimes, I wish I were a man. It seems when men are angry, they just duke it out– get bloody– get over it. In that order. Not that I’m particularly thrilled at the idea of blood (hardly), but I like the idea that the anger goes away after the punch is thrown. Well– maybe I’m idealizing the matter a little bit 😉
How do we get over our anger when someone hurts us? How do we manage to heal when someone has hurt us so bad? How do we forgive? Or do we not? I don’t have the answer. All I can wager to bet is a few things– and I can’t say I’m the expert.