I was so upset about being misled last week that by Friday and bubbling over with anger and frustration over a myriad of things that had happened in the previous few days I punched a door with my good left hand (my right having be victimized one or two times too many in years past). Bruised but vented the anger and frustration melting into a cesspool of resentment that was barely containable with a few walks.
The truth has set me, if not free, along a path to that place.
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