Why, oh why am I so afflicted with this? Why do I find myself acting as a martyr when I don’t REALLY feel like one? Why does my husband bug me so this week? How can someone I love so much of the time drive me so crazy some of the time? Why, when I am nearly 39, do I have acne on my chin right now? Why did I eat all that chocolate and peanut butter? Why are my pants so tight? Why can’t I get motivated to clean the house? Why does making dinner sound like hell right now? It’s all because of PMS! I’d like to know what other women do to deal with this. How do your husbands react? What helps and what makes it worse?
It makes us feel better to blame the opposite sex, the husband. It really is all their faults, anyway. We just try so hard and do so much, but they don’t get it. Except for Nicholas Sparks. He understands the woman’s needs even before she does. He is the perfect man. I hope this helps. Love, Mom