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Go Nigel, Go!
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Would You Like To Buy My Monkeys?
Sep
25
I was feeling very tense yesterday. Everyone at our house is feeling that way right now. We’ve been waiting so long and working so hard for this move to the new house, and it’s nearly here. We’re excited, tired and anxious which equals stressed! Anyway, I needed to take a break and get out, so I announced that Julia and I were going to put gas in the car and get some groceries. Dave decided to come along. On the way to the gas station, we talked. I began to vent my frustrations, feeling secure that I could confide in my understanding and loving husband.
I am married to a wonderfully kind, gentle and compassionate man. He writes me poetry. He rubs my feet, even when they’re gross. He tells me I’m beautiful with such sincerity that I believe that he means it, even when I have a giant zit on my nose. He buys me a laptop computer when I tell him I’d like to start a website. He sings to me. He’s a great husband.
He listened carefully the whole time I unloaded my frustrations. I talked about the edgy feeling I had and all the tiny things that just seemed to be annoying me so much, lately. It felt good to verbalize some of the emotions and issues I’d been dealing with regarding the move. After I had just let out everything that had me aggravated and upset I said, “…I don’t know. Am overreacting?”
Here’s where things went terribly wrong.
If you can even believe it, he actually said, “Well, I wouldn’t be surprised if you started your period tonight. It’s like you’re getting ready.”
I stopped the car and the world seemed to stop along with it. Nothing moved. There was no sound except for the slow and steady beat of my heart. I felt as if my blood had turned to fire and was racing to my head. I gripped the steering wheel, preparing for the impending explosion until I heard a soft, sweet voice from the back seat ask, “You okay, Mom?”
I nodded my head and looked at my husband in disbelief. Even after nearly 33 years of living with either his mom and sister or a wife, he was completely oblivious to the fateful error he had made. Through clenched teeth, I forced the question, “What did you say?” I wanted to give him an opportunity to redeem himself.
But, he didn’t. He said, “Well, you’re sensitive to stuff.” Then, it got worse. He kept on talking. “I mean, the last time right before your period started, you were all emotional and stuff. And you’re kinda like that right now.”
I glared at him.
“You’re not like that all the time. You’re like that around your period.”
I glared even harder at him.
“I think you’re misunderstanding me.”
I glared so hard that laser beams shot out from my eyes and started burning a whole in his chest.
“I’m just gonna stop talking now.”
“Good idea.”
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Well, did you start your period? LOL. In my experience that is usually the case and it’s taken me a long time to realize that about my body. It’s taken my hubs up until this year to even connect the two as well…my crazy moods and my periods and to tell the truth I’m not so upset when he says that because it’s usually 99.999 % true. I assume however from your reaction that it was not the case and you are under some stress right now. I do hope things get better. Hugs!
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