Maybe you are not grumpy; you just stew. You feel like you have the right to be moody– you’ve earned it. It is a way of exacting emotional payment from a disappointing life. Grumpiness provides momentary relief, but it always involves a splitting of the self. You go through the motions of love, but anger smolders just below the surface like a simmering rant. Like Judas in his betrayal of Jesus, outwardly you are kissing, but inwardly you are betraying. The result? You’re split.