I was so angry.
I said things – true things – that were hurtful and vengeful. Justified, but undeniably mean.
Though no one listening judged me when I pointed fingers and rolled my eyes, or corrected my rage when I unapologetically threw out accusations, it was obvious during that counseling session: Though I have never been known as an angry person in the past, an angry person is what I am becoming.
Even more obvious was if I were going to move forward in my marriage, I could either continue being angry or I could trust God. But I couldn’t do both.