Let me start by saying, I am not crazy... I don't ever have "episodes" where I can't rationalize my actions, but last night that changed.
Over memorial day weekend, I took an additional two days off. The Friday before, and the Tuesday following. It was great!!! My husband and I played guitar hero, online games, held down the furniture, and generally had a great time relaxing. My return to work Wednesday was not as bad as I had expected, and went fairly well.
So what happened to me Thursday??? I get home from work, tidy up a bit, and sit down on the couch to watch some tv, and all seems well. After my husband got home, we decide to make some dinner, and head into the kitchen. All normal happy shit so far, right?
So before I can even get finished with cleaning up the dishes in the sink (I needed a pan that was dirty to cook dinner) I fucking snap... I start to yell, scream, cry and throw the dishes from the sink all over the damn kitchen. My poor husband is in shock, and I wouldn't let him touch me or anything. I actually told him that I wanted to hit something living, and if he didn't get the hell out of my way, it would be him.
I left the house in my PJ's, turned off my cell phone and stayed out for almost two hours just bawling, letting my husband just sit at home pondering what the fuck just happened. When I got home, I started crying just looking at him, and wouldn't let him tuck me in to bed like he always does. I put Pink Floyd in the cd player and tried to sleep through my tears....
This morning my husband was great, kind, and sweet, but all I could do was cry when I looked at him and the breakfast he made me. I get into work, see that my recycle hasn't been taken out for the 4th day in a row, and lose it all over agian...
It's not PMS, it's not that time... I'm not pregnant, and I don't have a history of ever snapping like this in the past...
my poor husband! He needs your help, and so do I.




Over memorial day weekend, I took an additional two days off. The Friday before, and the Tuesday following. It was great!!! My husband and I played guitar hero, online games, held down the furniture, and generally had a great time relaxing. My return to work Wednesday was not as bad as I had expected, and went fairly well.
So what happened to me Thursday??? I get home from work, tidy up a bit, and sit down on the couch to watch some tv, and all seems well. After my husband got home, we decide to make some dinner, and head into the kitchen. All normal happy shit so far, right?
So before I can even get finished with cleaning up the dishes in the sink (I needed a pan that was dirty to cook dinner) I fucking snap... I start to yell, scream, cry and throw the dishes from the sink all over the damn kitchen. My poor husband is in shock, and I wouldn't let him touch me or anything. I actually told him that I wanted to hit something living, and if he didn't get the hell out of my way, it would be him.
I left the house in my PJ's, turned off my cell phone and stayed out for almost two hours just bawling, letting my husband just sit at home pondering what the fuck just happened. When I got home, I started crying just looking at him, and wouldn't let him tuck me in to bed like he always does. I put Pink Floyd in the cd player and tried to sleep through my tears....
This morning my husband was great, kind, and sweet, but all I could do was cry when I looked at him and the breakfast he made me. I get into work, see that my recycle hasn't been taken out for the 4th day in a row, and lose it all over agian...
It's not PMS, it's not that time... I'm not pregnant, and I don't have a history of ever snapping like this in the past...
my poor husband! He needs your help, and so do I.



