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Friday night, I felt so unattractive. I was in a bad mode and all of my fears and doubts were preying on me. My husband doesn’t know what to say or do during these times. He does his deer in the woods stance and stays still,just watching me. I couldn’t take it and I left to go to Walmart to get a few things I needed. On the way to Walmart I just started crying. My monthly, let everything loose cry. I got what I needed at Walmart and even sent a funny text message to my daughter because the woman in front of me in line had “DO DO” tatooed on her arm. Then on the way home, I cryed again. I was still crying when I got home. I wanted my husband to hold me and say that everything would be ok, but I know if he would have tried to hold me, I probably would have pulled away. The thing is when I am in this mode, I don’t know what I want and anything any one does will be wrong. When it is over I feel stupid. I think about it and ask myself what is wrong with me? I have these modes once a month, right before I have my monthly. The next day, we took the dogs to the park and our big dog pooed in the back seat and our little dog was very upset about it because once the big one pooed she tried to come over on his side. I laughed so hard I cried. I think my husband sighed a big sigh of relief.
I know it’s really hard for our husbands to deal with this. Mine just doesn’t know how to console me when hormones rage like this. This is an important time to communicate with him and assure him that he’s not at fault. What you‘re describing is so classic peri menopause symptoms. Mine have tapered off except for the hot flashes but I spent nearly 2 years feeling like you do now.
Know we‘re here for you - many of us have been right there where you are now.
Oh I understand your crying. I go through spurts while in bed thinking of the sad moments in my past, and sometimes the tearful feelings come from some stupid thing or mistakes I’ve made at work and I’m bawling while driving. I stop by Starbucks for my comforting drink and when the worker asks about my day I tell them “not good.” Was it from my red eyes that I got a coupon for a free drink? Seriously, this isn’t my tactic.
The crying jags are tough, but the best part is you can reach out to us anytime you want and we all understand.
Well, I can totally relate to the crying in the car. Its the only time/place I’m alone. And it just let’s loose. Sometimes its during hormonal times, but usually its due to being under so much stress all the time.