My grandfather was a officer in the Cuban police force. When Fidel took over he was sent to a concentration camp for 2 years. After he was released he fled the country with my father. My father was an NYPD cop for over 25 years. Been in 2 major accidents, has been shot at, experienced 9/11, dug bodies out of the rubble at ground zero, and is now he's retired.

Me? First in my family to graduate college. Studied business and I'm currently a EA for a non-profit. I don't hate my job, but I know I can make more. I recently made a post about me fighting against my inhibitions and my manly urges, and I thought about this. My friend brought it to my attention, but it made sense. All this rage and hate inside of me has to come from somewhere. I don't know how to make sense out of any of this, but I am scared of my self and I'm capable of.

Could there be any truth to this or am I just trying to make sense out of nothing?