Saturday, August 30, 2008
I hate it when I have PMS.
When I'm not in a good mood, and everything doesn't seem to go my way, I tend to vent my frustration, in the wrong way.
In this case, poor Mr B was the target.
I flared up at every little thing he said to me.
I didn't want to behave in this way. But there's no where else I could vent my frustration.
I got so angry with myself for behaving in this manner that I cried.
I'm sorry, Mr B.
