You're ****ed

Are you me?

Jesus Christ. Run.

Get out now. It will only get worse over time.

Pre-period week is the ****ing worst. The absolute worst.

I call it pre-game. The week before period week is hell week. You can do nothing right, you don't care about her, you don't love her, you don't listen etc (according to her of course). The jokes that you've been making all your life that she always laughed at all of a sudden aren't funny. All of a sudden she feels fat, un-attractive and it's all your fault somehow.

Period week is aight. No big deal. Maybe some remnants of pre-period week remain, but it's otherwise doable.

And then there's post-period. She's glowing during post period week. Happy about everything, laughs at your jokes, takes everything lightly and just generally pleasant to be around. Sex is back and good.

Every month.

Clockwork. Like mini-seasonal cycles.

Reminds why I am divorced and happily single.

She’s a very good woman overall. Took me being single 6 years to find her after lots of dating. Her father is paying for the majority of the wedding and she is financially better off then me. She’s not a nag and I just am learning that it’s best to just be quite about certain subjects ie the wedding.

Seems some of you guys have women that are Jalapeño and some that are not. I never liked dating jalapeño women!

I'm not sure you are aware but this is a good thing.

Holy shit, are we married to the same woman?

The only thing worse is on occasion though her tubes are tied my wife will go on the pill to change her cycle so she isn't on the rag when we go on our big vacation each year. (seems it almost always falls that way).

It takes about 2 or 3 days for me to figure out she is taking crazy pills (birth control) cause she just loses her ****ing mind.

got up early for a ride on the motorcylce to go grab some breakfast. It was a nice 60-65 degrees. Breakfast place was about 30-40 miles away. Bright sunny morning. I put on my leather jacket and chaps. Wife comes out with a sweatshirt. My wife....who is ALWAYS cold. I say "..you want to wear one of my other riding jackets on the ride out there until it warms up"?

Her: "No. I'm fine. It's nice out"
Me: "...you're going to be cold. It's chilly at 50+mph"
Her: "nah. I'm good. I have my sweatshirt. It's nice and sunny out"
Me: "......................"
Her: "....seriously. I'm good. let's go"
Me: "................... *inner monologue* cussing and swearing like Yosemite Sam"

8 miles down the road, her arms are all tucked in and shes' leaning on me. Get to the breakfast place, and she's shivering. LMAO
I was fully anticipating the "oooh! looks a walmart! can we stop in so i can get a longsleeve sh-....."


Yeah....don't listen your husband; the guy who's been riding since he was 13 and is now 41, and has probably 80k miles on the street bikes.


To her credit....she now listens to me; at least when it comes to riding and gearing up.

Get out while you still have a chance. I’m being dead serious.

Well shit Pest beat me too it. Good post.

It's a wedding. Why the hell would you want any say anyway?

By better understanding the nature of the woman, we are better equipped to deal with them.

"WTF was that all about?" (checks calendar)
"ooooooooh. It's pre-game"

Shoes.

****ing Shoes.

How is it I have 3 pairs of Shoes, and every time I try to cross the floor I trip over ****ING SHOES!

Last night I lost my footing in the dark on these Lead filled Pumps. I tossed them across the room and she is like "What was that? You aren't throwing my Shoes are you?"


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