Broken frames and broken glass 008

I had a very frustrating day, but I didn't cry. Before I began to clean the floors a bomb was dropped on me. That was the cause. However on a hall table near the back door sat a framed cross stitched picture one of my best friends gave me, which had belonged to his mother, who is no longer with us. I knocked it off the table on accident, sending the plaster frame to the tiled floor, where it burst into a million pieces. I then picked it up and threw it across the room and the glass shattered into the same amount of pieces. I hate that I did that but I felt better. It's okay to be angry, just as long it's not your pair of your favorite jeans....