The anger within can only begin with the fear of going out of ones way. One wants it all, choose misery over making up for, and apologies refused is how loved ones ruin their day. Anger is like an infant in our frontal lobe being attended and controlled. Anger has its way of finding to be stashed when we become old. Fear is inside and anger lets its way out. Flies like the bees stinging when they are not what it is all about.