I have a temper.
It is horribly volatile and, sometimes, violent. It is often ridiculous and, at times, absolutely terrifying.
Anyone who knows me, knows that.
They also know that I struggle mightily to control it. Well, rather, they know that it is incredibly difficult for me to control it. But perhaps they do not realize just how successful I am in not letting it control me.
And for some reason, there are those few in my life who seem hellbent on tempting this temper.
And then marvel at the fact that I get mad, every single time. I am nothing if not consistent.
The Boy is just as consistent.
I'd rather you argue with me or even tell me to fuck off than to lie to me.
There is very little that enrages me more than to be lied to.