When Love Fuels Anger

While thinking about the last time I got angry, I began feeling proud of myself because I couldn’t even remember. You know what that means? I’ve been able to control my temper for quite a long time. That’s so cool(I think).

But then I remembered a particular time that I got so angry about how someone was being treated. Although I promised to stop fighting for people, I couldn’t keep quiet on this particular one because it was none other than my mother.

I honestly don’t remember what exactly happened but I remember my mom telling me about something her colleague said to her. She came home that day very quiet which was so unlike her because she normally makes noise the moment she gets to the gate. But this time, I didn’t hear anything when she entered the house.

I asked her what happened and she said she was too angry to talk. After taking a nap, she explained everything that happened to her at work. From what she told me, someone said certain offensive things to her and she was really annoyed to the extent that she even left work before they closed.

I asked for the exact thing the person said and oh boy! I was so angry at what I heard. One of the things I hate is to be disrespectful so it was even worse hearing that my mom had been disrespected. It felt like there was this fire from nowhere burning me from within.

Remembering how dull my mom was when she walked in even made it worse. So I took her colleague’s number and called. I used my mom’s number to call and the moment she answered, she started giving an unwanted explanation.

I made her know I was the one talking and then I told her to never talk to my mother like that again. Oh and I wasn’t polite at all. I was even shocked that I was able to speak like that because I’m normally smiling and letting things go. Well, I guess there’s always this weird energy you get when it’s about someone you love.

Do I regret it? Absolutely not! My mom told me the person actually apologized the next day and said “I didn’t know your daughter was like that, I better not step on your toes again”. And I shouted “She better!”.

As I said above, although I’m not proud of what I said and how I even said it, I don’t regret it all. Anger is not a good thing but sometimes the actions that follow(aside physical violence) are necessary for people who just think they can misbehave towards you.