Scottie, are we sure we aren't related? I have the same problems but it got to a point I realized that I couldn't afford to fix things so stopped wrecking them. Here are three separate instances I am well known for at work.
1. Went golfing with a bunch of guys from work and it was a bad day. On the 5th hole I hit into a gully full of trees and I threw my seven iron that broke on a tree. I then tried to hit out of the gully with my 3 wood and bent it so I broke the head off the club. Then in a fit of rage I popped the top off the one and five iron, threw my bag through the air almost hitting some of my group and then I jumped up and down on the bag breaking the ball retriever. I then tossed everything into the creek except for the iron clubs that I didn't break and finished off the match.
2. At work somebody played a joke and wet my chair and I lost it. I picked up the chair and tossed it at the far wall having all four legs stick in the wall. Our building was new and so that I wouldn't get in trouble I threatened everybody's life if they told on me ... nobody did ... I was that convincing.
3. On my daughter's christening I had to mow the lawn. The lawn more wouldn't work so I picked it up and smashed it against the townhouse wall and then threw it threw the gate breaking it. I then got out the gas grass trimmer and it was out of gas so I smashed it over the broken lawn mower. I grabbed the electric grass trimmer and it wouldn't work so I smashed that as well. I then took out the rake and went ape all over everything until it was broken; then I called it a day.
Thankfully I started weight lifting in 1997 otherwise I probably would have killed somebody as this is only a small portion of what I have done over the years. I couldn't afford to keep breaking things. Anger never left and eventually started coming back so martial arts gave me another avenue to put this anger. I'm not a nice person when I get angry and people at work know better and when I go off they avoid me. Years ago I even screamed in the office that somebody should stab a frickin' salesman and toss his dead body into the river ... this salesman was one of our share holders and buddy to the president ... nobody said a word to me; probably afraid I'd come back to work and kill them all.
I still get angry and usually I look like I'm going to blow my top. Sometimes I can be set off by the smallest things and other times it takes a lot. I clench my teeth, turn red, squeeze my fists together and curse with the F-Bomb being my favorite word at that time and the more I can say it the better I feel. My wife and daughter are very afraid of this Dereck.
Again martial arts and weight lifting help in this aspect and I have better control, not to mention I don't want to be fiscally responsible for replacing or fixing things. I just hope that one day that I don't lose it on some idiot that deserves it, I'm too pretty to go to jail.
EDIT: I've also punched hard objects such as windshield in car when younger, cement floors and walls, my steel front door (within last year) ... I hear you Scottie.