Just call me Sybil

Is it normal that for a few days out of the month I hate my man for no apparent reason?

I mean, last night I was laying in my bed thinking, "Why do I want to spend the rest of my life with this fool?"

But, deep down I know it's just the PMS talking. There is a small rational part of my brain that can see this...and I remind myself that in a week I'll love him again. Just right now I hate him and just about everyone else. I particularly hate him though. I have a strange PMS multiple personality disorder. I feel almost as though I should write myself notes when I'm happy and in love that say, "Don't do anything rash. Wait until after the flood and then assess the situation once more."

Mathematically speaking, I hate him for 1/4 of my life. Really puts things in perspective...

When we watch TV, one of us has to pick. We don't like any of the same shows...any. I usually let him watch what he wants, Fox News. I am quiet. I listen but I don't care for it. They all talk about the same things day after day, show after show. But I endure...silently, every night.

Why? Because when I watch my shows he either:

A. Makes fun of them.
or
B. Talks through them, asking me questions or trying to figure out what's going on. He won't even wait for a commercial. He'll talk right over other people talking in the show. No respect. Then, when I rewind and watch it over he thinks I'm being bitchy and will say, "Oh sorry...I won't ever talk again." Like I've offended him for wanting to know what I missed.

GRRRRRRRRRRR!

I'd rather Tivo everything and watch it alone. Bring on Glenn Beck and O'Reilly...Vampire Diaries and Gossip Girl will have to wait.