Is it the fate of all men to struggle to coexist with anger incarnate? Having just been in a head in collision with a burglar driving through a red light on the wrong side of the road and then spending 4 hours static on a spinal board I might allow myself the luxury of thinking my wife might stop being angry with me before she's even through the front door. Well if you did think that you'd be wrong. The point would seem to be shevhas got to fifty years of age and not done anything about her anger towards the world after her mother left fir a tramp (really) and her dad never spoke to her properly and then died whilst she was in her twenties. It's sad but we're still feeling the after shock. Sometimes I think she would be better off alone - might even take proper notice of the boys. I must have been after sympathy when I put my car in the way of a fleeing felon's van.