Anger!

I got angry yesterday! This is an unusual occurrence in my present strange life, chiefly because theres no one to get angry with in the absence of a bloke in my life just now. But my anger was sudden and real when I found myself being accused of drinking too much! I do drink of course but how to define what constitutes too much became the problem. For years now I have enjoyed a glass of something warming in the early evening...often before my evening meal. Its not often I have more than one drink but occasionally I do pour myself another if I feel like it. This habit was started by my first husband who always enjoyed a visit to the local once he had retired. Pouring a glass for me on reaching home seemed fair and he often joined me in a pre dinner drink. Now on my own its a custom I still follow. Until yesterday I had never considered it in any way wicked or indicative of a problem. It is a habit that I have had for years...and I seldom have more than one though sometimes I may well enjoy a nightcap before going to bed. But being told that I was drinking too much made me angry. Very angry...I reacted in a way that startled me. How dare anyone accuse me of being an alcoholic? I shouted at my accuser! I was not at all amused... I dont drink too much at all but even if I did it would be no one elses business but my own. So yesterday I proved that I am still human..and still capable of having a temper! And at that stage I hadnt even had a glass ! OK! I can live with that even though I ended up by aplogising for my anger later....but truthfully I was not really sorry! I am old enough to make my own choices at this stage of my life...and I do enjoy a warming glass of alcohol in the evening! So there!