Sorry to all (two?) of my male readers, but I'm going to talk about womens' troubles this week. Due to whatever circumstances, I haven't had PMS in almost 4 years, so long ago that I sort of forgot how crazy I get. Last week, I thought I had certainly developed some sort of brain tumor that was causing me to get really, really angry over nothing/everything. I just happened to be reading my journal from a few years ago when I read this story, and it all came back to me.
It was 2004, and Tyler and I were dating. In an effort to control my fire-breathing tendencies, the doctor decided to put me on birth control, and you start on the first day of your period. This is a bad idea. I'm pretty sure that was the worst week of my life.
While I was at work, Tyler went over to my apartment to get some brown sugar and while he was there, he had the audacity to make my bed and pick up some clothes and put them in the hamper. When I got home, I saw that he had made my bed WRONG and put the jeans that I had only worn for a few hours the day before in the hamper. COULDN'T HE SEE THEY WERE CLEAN? Why would he touch my bed?! NOW I HAVE TO WASH MY SHEETS BECAUSE HE TOUCHED THEM WITH HIS DIRTY HANDS! HE RUINED MY LIFE! I gave him the key to my house and THIS IS HOW HE REPAYS ME? I may have called him to tell him that I wished him dead.
I quote from my journal:
I cannot believe how mad I was. In my bitter rage, I started doing Claire's dishes. She came over to tell me that I didn't have to do them, and I yelled at her. Something like, "WHY CAN'T I JUST DO THE FREAKIN' DISHES IF I WANT TO. ALL DAY AT WORK PEOPLE TELL ME WHAT TO DO, THEN I HAVE TO GO TO SCHOOL AND LISTEN TO MY IDIOT OF A TEACHER AND DO STUPID GROUP WORK. THIS... CLEAN DISHES... THIS IS WHAT -I- WANT."
I don't think I had ever been mildly irritated at Claire, so this came as quite a shock to her. After standing there with her mouth open for about 30 seconds, I apologized and explained the situation to her. She laughed and invited me over to watch Scrubs with her. Zach Braff may have saved my relationship with Tyler, and thus my marriage.
I called Tyler to apologize and let him know what was going on. In true Tyler form, he set up his Outlook to alert him every 28 days so he would know to leave the state for a week.