I remember taking a walk where I drained my anger at my husband.
I was dissatisfied with our life situation, and I blamed all of this frustration on my husband.
I dug every "offense" from my memory, I didn't have to exert myself for it, my memory provided me with constant evidence.
That was all I could think of.
Today, despite all the effort, I can no longer remember what I accused him of that time.
When I was almost home again and my steps slowed down, the steam was let off and there was space in my head again, a clear, very calm thought suddenly appeared ...