Male PMS. WTF?!

I seriously think that men go through some kind of PMS. There is no doubt about it. Todd has had a couple of times where I just want to ask him what the fuck he was thinking about. For example a couple of months ago this went down:

                Todd and I are standing at the sink, I am unsure of what we were talking about but apparently it was serious because he said something and I told him to just shut up. Good lord I might as well have told him I was cheating on him. 

                “ don’t tell me to shut up.”

“are your serious right now?”

Todd in turn walks away and I go to the garage to smoke. Now Todd decides he wants to smoke too which usually leads to a long discussion between the two of us but this time it didn’t. We sat there for a full half hour not saying ONE WORD to each other. He wouldn’t even look at me. So I got up, sick of sitting there in silence to go back inside to my sleeping child. Usually when I get up I get a “going in baby?”  This time all I got was silence. So I went in to go to bed. I got changed and layed down and waited for Todd to come to bed. Do you know what this dumbass does? He lays on the couch.

“Are you coming to bed?”

“I’m waiting for your reaction to this.”

“My what to what?”

“I’m waiting for you to apologize.”

Are. You. Kidding. Me. I sit there for a couple of minutes thinking about whether or not I should tell him to fuck off and sleep in the garage. But in the end I apologize (I was being sarcastic. Something along the lines of- I’m sorry I told you to shut up princess now come to bed.)      

This isn’t the first time that Todd has shown telltale signs of male PMS and I’m sure it won’t be the last but geez. No need to be a beotch. I’m enough of one for the both of us.