AIBU to think that my husband has stolen my period **Thread title edited by MNHQ**

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My DH has always been on the sensative side- a few suspicious sniffs at the end of Rocky and leaves the room when Mrs Jumbo sings Baby Mine to Dumbo- that kind of thing...

However, when I was pregnant, he was an emotional nightmare. If I had a weepy day, he'd be mopey and a bit pathetic, but be unable to say why. If I had backache, he'd be booking in physiotherapy for 'an old sports injury' in his lower back that would suddenly be playing up.

The less said about the birth, the better- let's just say, he was checked out for appendicitis whilst I was waiting to be induced.

Roll on a few years and all is fine (mysterious back injury miraculously cured and appendix intact). However, I've been having the most God awful time of it with my periods for the last few months. So unbelievably painful and emotional, that sometimes I just have to tuck myself away, have a long bath and curl up in bed so that I don't end up killing someone.

I've been to the docs and they're looking into endometriosis, however....

My DH seems to take my obvious distress as a sign that he too is due his period.
Lots of moaning and 'stomach aches'. He's very emotional and last night, he ate my emergency bar of Galaxy.

I can't describe the sheer amount of murder I wanted to commit when he feebly asked to go to bed early as he was 'feeling a bit funny and cross', tucked himself in bed to watch Ian Botham's greatest cricketing moments, leaving me to deal with the kids (with no chocolate) and tidy the mess he'd made around what can only be describe as his sofa nest.

This isn't the first time it has happened and seems to now be a monthly occurance.

I'm not cross at him for being a massive wet fart, we all have our moments... But AIBU to think he's stealing my God earnt right as a woman to monopolise pmt????

Does anyone else's DH do this, or should I genuinely be concerned that he's got a secret fanny?

Yours, with true period style irrationality.

Please note, the thread title was originally: AIBU to think that my husband is just a MASSIVE GIRL. - the OP regretted this! (see her subsequent posts) - Added by MNHQ

in paiN [grin. and i read the updates, just about managed it with my silly little period lady brain [confusded]

Nope.

Defo watching Dumbo.

Couldn't resist it.

fuck. well at least that's how an angry hippo bashing at the keyboard really types

Ha OP that opener is the first time I’ve actual sniggered reading any thread on here. Brilliant turn of phrase!

Sorry for your wet fart

He’s just being a twat-call him out on it!

"girl" massive or otherwise should not be used as a term of insult. I therefore haven't bothered to read the rest of the post.

Fucking stupid insult.

Hi there everyone,

We would normally try to avoid such a drastic edit at this point in a thread, but OP has been in touch to say that the way she has named the thread doesn't really reflect the post. We do agree that it is leading to a fair bit of derailing, so we're going to change it now.

come on you can do better than that. Where's the froth?

Not that she realises that using ‘girl’ as an insult is wrong? Ok! Thanks! 🙄

@Move2WY - I have emergency bars of family-size Galaxy, but mostly because I'm a pig and am devastated each time we run out. I do eat more chocolate on my period though, it's a common thing. Go on, treat yourself

Honestly, I think people deliberately look to be offended on here.

Enjoy Dumbo OP, hope the squits stay contained.

The day of the sheer shitness

Well you even have my sympathy now op 🤣🤣🤣

Mumsnet, I hope it's not amended to he's a massive, twat, cunt, fanny, vag, or any other female derivative,,🤪

Poor kid and poor you!

Stuck with a poorly kid here as well so we'll be pinching the Dumbo idea

@starkid but how do you resist them? Surely you just eat all the usual chocolate and then move on. Or do you forget about it and only remember when you tun out of the first batch 😂

@Move2WY - I hide them from myself, then when desperation kicks in I go hunt for the precious Galaxy

You're right... A 'secret' lasts five minutes in our house.

This was an 'emergency' bar that I'd bought on the way home and was planning to eat in the bath whilst watching Holby Shitty on a laptop that had been strategically balanced on the toilet seat.

That's far worse. A secret bar can be consumed at will... I had plans for this fucker.

Oh bless you, hope your day improves xxx

DH just rang... He's coming home from work early. I didn't have the nerve to ask why- I knew the answer would just result in me wanting to remove the skin on his face with a spoon.

However I have to grant him the DS has the squits and his tummy ache might be genuine (this time) but it does seem a little coincidental.

God Almighty. My insides feel like they are slowly being filled up with hot, expanding concrete and I'm cleaning another human being's shit off of a cushion.

What a wank day.

You have to call your husband out on this, preferably in front of a third party. He's just pathetic and you have every right to disembowel him.

Please can you write a book based on your life

Doesn’t everyone have emergency (ie not eaten within 5 minutes of purchase) period chocolate?

Seriously OP, what has he said when you've confronted him about this pattern of behaviour?

I am a bit confused. You now seem unconcerned about your husband's behaviour. What he is doing sounds seriously unhinged. I don't know how you can stand it and be all jokey?

I'm enjoying your creative writing but seriously, what is attractive about a man who can't handle the 'spotlight' of other people's illness to the extent of him sacking off work early and taking your things from you? What a drain!

Oh I'm still concerned, it's massively draining and insensitive and it makes me want to do bad things involving superglue to his balls whilst he's asleep...

But right now I have bigger shit to fry (or scrape off tiny pants) so I'm going to write it off as 'something to feel humorous about' to avoid heaping the pressure on myself.

I have a small boy seemingly completing a shitathon for charity, my insides are rioting and my Christmas tree is at a 70 degree angle following being molested by the cat.

My attention seeking prat of a DH is getting no truck with me tonight.