Can anyone guess what time of the month it is?
In my defense I didn't eat breakfast and ran 2 miles.
In my defense my hormones are nutso and my husband is very close to needing life insurance.
I try not to use this blog as a place to discuss my marriage unless it is in a positive light. I love him. I need him. He's a good guy. I don't feel like airing your dirty laundry for the whole wide Internetz to read is a key component to having a good marriage. Couples have their ups and downs and every relationship has issues. So you will rarely hear me go off about Super Ultra Mega Stud on here.
today is another story.
Here's the deal. My husband, my dear darling husband doesn't think PMS is real. He says it is not a legitimate excuse for women to go off half cocked for a week acting like bitches. He says oh yes you are bloated and I'm sure you don't feel good but that shouldn't affect your attitude. He calls me crazy and tells me to get a hold of myself. As if I have some control over the chemicals in my body or the frying pan I'm holding over his head while he's not looking.
We have this discussion every month. I give him an appropriate amount of warning time to duck and cover and he refuses. Instead he cops his own attitude and we battle it out. Instead of laying low and giving me my space, he argues and pushes and tries his hardest to tick me off.
I JUST WANT TO HAVE MY $#%&! PMS!
Just let me have a few days to act irrational and as you put it, crazy. Just allow me to be a tad bit bitchy and sensitive and indulge me just a few crying spells. Give me my biologically allowed excuse back. I want my PMS back!
Could someone please explain this to him? Cause he's not listening to me until I calm down. Even though I am calm as can be. I'm not yelling, or throwing things, or changing the locks, or putting his toothbrush in the toilet. And I swear I haven't thought of doing