I have...oh...lets call them mood swings.
If hurricane force winds can be called a breeze.
I feel them coming on, I usually know when to expect them.
But sometimes, out of no where...CRASH...right down in the middle of my day.
Anyone from the Midwest know the sound of a tornado warning. It would only be fair to everyone around me if they were afforded this same luxury right before this CRASH happens.
I like to say I'm fussy. Really? I'm hateful and short tempered.
I spend a lot of time saying I'm sorry. I REALLY AM SORRY!
People who are the center of my world live with this unknown everyday. Saying I'm sorry doesn't begin to scratch the surface.
Today, I had to tell my sweetie that I was sorry. He said "for what". Really! He tries to make me believe he really doesn't notice that I'm one electro-shock therapy treatment away from losing my mind.
For now, I need to keep thinking that.