When I was a teenager I attended a joint activity with both the young men and young women in our ward. In the parking lot a couple of the boys were trying to throw this other kid into the dumpster out back. Instantly my anger flared up and I ran to the aid of that young man. I told them to stop but neither would put him down, so I reacted. I slapped the one and threw a right hook at the other, in which the boy was freed. I didn't think, and at the time I actually felt badly for how I had acted, but was surprised when the larger of the two bullies admitted how hard I hit. I know he could have really hurt me, had he not been so stunned, but luck was on my side. I have always been a sucker for the underdog. So, Matt has been reffing soccer games at the local indoor recently to bring in some money for our family. Well he enlisted me to go time-keep on occasion so we could see each other, even for a little bit. He was reffing this men's playoff game and made a couple of calls, when this tall guy comes running at him and got into his face pushing him and threatening him. I was just about to jump the gate and pummel the guys belly if he touched my husband again. It was like animal-planet-turned-human in me. I was like a ferocious wildebeest ready to attack at the first sight of enemy danger. Good for him Matt is so calm and collect. After the game I was still stewing and ready to call on anyone who said a word about the ref, when Matt walked up to me. I told him how angry I was and how I was about to turn into Wife-Zilla; then he laughed at me and made a flippant comment about how maybe I shouldn't time keep anymore. He blew it off so quickly and reminded me again of how everyone sees things from their own perspective- especially during a game. I internally remembered my Teenage experience and wondered at the inner demon that pops up from time to time, and I have come to the conclusion... I can't blame it all on my husbands side of the family any more. It's not my favorite epiphany, but it will do.