Rambling thoughts way to early in the morning

I was awake this morning at 2:30 , 3.30 and decided to finally get out of bed at 5 am so as not to wake hubby before his allotted time of 7.He smacked me around 4 am scratching a lovely triangle on my forehead, which is already noticeable enough (high forhead? hell mines a cathedral).So I awoke in a very angry state.I have never liked anger. I lived with it for years as a child, both in my surroundings and inside myself. I was not allowed to show my anger as a child, choking it down until I could no longer stand it and then blowing in a spectacular show which I would get beaten for.Luckily I have learned to allow my daughter her anger while not surrounding her in my or my husbands. It truly is one of the things I am most proud of myself for in life.Being a good mother. I broke a cycle but it still seems to be churning inside of me.I guess that's where the art comes in. It gives me a safe outlet for all that's inside.