Sometimes my brain works itself up to think he's conspiring against me. I've literally believed he'd had an affair with my best friend -- and dozens of others -- over some random comment or lack of comment, even. Sometimes I can stop myself before it goes too far; but honest to God, sometimes I can't. I actually cannot stop myself from breaking things and throwing things and screaming. I swear I'm normally a really nice person. If my family and friends saw me behave this way, they wouldn't even recognize me. I go out of my way to be a nice person, except to my husband the week before my period. I avoid confrontation at all costs on normal days, even when driving! I can't even stress enough that this crazy person I become comes out of left field.
My husband has honestly never given me reason to doubt his fidelity. Nor is he a cruel person who would want to hurt me in any way. So why in the world do I become some violent and/or hysterically sobbing person most every cycle? I don't think it's always been this bad, but I've been keeping a calendar for the past year, and every single fight I've had with my husband has been during that week before.
What's more strange is that as soon as I start -- I mean, the very instant -- I become so remorseful and ashamed and embarrassed.
I had one of the really bad ones last week. I had asked my husband to give my son some money before a trip he was taking, but my husband fell asleep. For some reason, I became irate that he would treat my son that way. I accused him of making me beg him for money and treating my son like crap, like he hates him. My son is 18 years old and didn't even ask us for money; I asked for him because I lost my debit card and it was late and I was afraid he would go on his trip without money.
So instead of letting it go, I torn the thermostat off the wall, threw it at my husband (missed), and demanded that he leave our house forever RIGHT NOW. I couldn't wait until in the morning. He had to leave right now. And I can't even believe I was strong enough to tear it out of the wall. I need help opening jars on a daily basis! It's really embarrassing admitting this, but I want to honestly portray my thoughts and actions. I can't believe I do these things.
Well, unfortunately, that happened last November. I think I was upset that my husband didn't offer me any OJ when I caught the flu coming home from the best, most fun vacation we've ever had. I threw him out in the middle of the night, and he told me if it happens again, he's not moving back. Well, it did happen between November and now, and this is the third time in less than a year that I've disrupted my family and was a rotten, terrible person to my husband. I'm pretty sure he's going to divorce me. I mean, I would. Wouldn't you? And he told me it's over.
I honestly don't know what to do. Is this going to affect my daughter (16) now that my husband's gone? My son is home from school, but will be going back in a couple of months, so am I going to treat her that way?
Is this some kind of mental disease that causes women to kill their family? I'm not a mean person, but when I get this way, I'm terrified of myself.
Since I started my period today, I'm back to remorse, shame and humiliation. No danger to anyone or myself, and I've never, ever thought about actually killing anyone. I just can't control my anger and fear and all the other bad feelings one week a month. Again, it doesn't actually get out-of-control violent every month, but several times a year for the past several years.
Should I go to a doctor or a shrink? I'm not excited about the prospect of taking medication, but will do just about anything to fix this. Even if I figure out what's wrong with me, I doubt my husband will ever come back. I just can't stand the thought of living like this until menopause. Do these kinds of symptoms even go away with menopause?
If anyone has any thoughts or ideas or solutions to my severe, life-shattering, soul-stealing pms, I would greatly appreciate it. I'm at the end of my rope.
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