Bastard fucking candy crush I nearly fucking smashed my phone in anger at the sick twisted fucktards who developed that piece of shit.
I never used to get PMT, and then I had kids. And the last couple of months it has just been getting worse. To the point, this month, that I have just spent three days whimpering on the sofa with cBeebies on to entertain the little darlings, wanting to rehome the pets, crying at the sheer amount of housework onenneeds to do with a messy toddler in the house, and feeling like a big fat fucking failure as a mum, wife and dog owner.
I can't go on the pill as that fucks me up massively hormonally an sex drivually, so I just decided this month I would ride it out talking to as few people as possible in order to minimise the damage inflicted by my hormonal wrath.
Chuck in bad weather, having to cancel my trip to the mountains and a few money issues and it has been a very dark few days.
This morning I suddenly felt a little better, and realised my bastard period had arrived. How can that shitty gift to women be the cure for andncause of the same evil cunt that is PMT.