When Mister came to bed, the other night, he put his arm around me, like he always does. It took everything I had in me not to stiffen and shrug his arm off me in digust. I realized, then, that I was PMS’ing because I don’t want to be touched AT ALL.

The next morning he comes in, kisses me on the cheek then leaves the room and closes the door so I could continue sleeping.

I wake up an hour later and he’s not in bed. Hmmm. I get up to use the restroom then I take a look in the dinning room and there he is, online. Ugh. Pissed, I go back to bed.

Why am I pissed? I don’t know! I’m pissed because he’s online and not in bed with me. Yet if he got in bed with me I know I’d scoot away from him. What the fuck, right? I don’t know!

Still pissed I’m now tossing and turning. I’ve got conversations with him running through my head. I can’t sleep and its his fault so now I’m getting more pissed!

I already decided that when and IF he brought his ass to bed I was going to give him the cold shoulder. When he goes to put his arm around me and bring me close to him I was going to stiffen my back, pull away and tell him If you wanted love you should’ve been here an hour ago and NOT online! Yup. I had it all down what I was going to say and how I was going to respond to his inconsiderate ass!

He comes to bed, puts his arm around me and scoots close behind me. What do I do? I smile, sigh and scoot into him. BUT when he tried to make the move I shot him down! Why? Because I’m PMS’ing, duh!

After a few minutes of listening to me bitch at 4:10 a.m. I ask him to make love to me. LMAO Wait. Didn’t I just say that I didn’t want to be touched? Ohhh, that’s right. Well after this then I don’t want to be touched…until I tell Him its OK to touch me.

My poor husband. I give that man tons of credit for putting up with me being a natural mood swinger because 1- I’m a Cancer and 2- I’m a woman. But the real credit is his ability to put up with Me and all my PMS bullshit each and every month. This is a good month, I haven’t cried…yet!