Patience runs short.
Tempers fly quickly.
Words shoot off loudly.
I think I am putting immerse emotional stress to the people I love most as they are around me most of the time. J has taking it in strike and as usual, always put things into perspective for me. Throwing wise quotes once in a while. The ones who suffer most are the little ones... Four and six. The worst part is , I know I shouldn't have at those times and yet, I still do. Using mean words. Constant nagging. Scoldings... Horrible. I am officially a self diagnosed bipolar.
Years ago, J would have attributed these out burst as PMS. For years, I have told him it doesn't exist and it is sexist to even use that comment on your partner!
Or does it?
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