Today is my first wedding anniversary. Not just since my Marcus died in January... My first one EVER. He was killed one week shy of our four month wedding anniversary. I'm sad. Duh. But I can feel this molten lava-like anger building inside of me as the day continues. Anger isn't right... Fury is more like it. I want to scream. I want to go to the grain elevator and do damage. I want to kick someone. I'm just livid. I'm so broken today. Despite the efforts of my wonderful family to brighten my day with flowers, cards, and love, all I want is to be unhealthy levels of sad and mad... I want to throw a toddler-inspired tantrum. I feel so cheated by life right now. Absolutely wrecked on a deserted island.