And I don’t mean those kind of helpless. I’m talking about all of the poor husbands in the world that have to endure the possessed sides of their wives.
I feel bad for the huz; poor guy is afraid to say something because he knows I won’t take it the right way. I don’t know what’s wrong with my hormones, actually I do know, every girl knows -every month. It’s the same ol‘ story: girl goes bonkers and guy prays for help. Now, I’m not violent but once when he noticed my bipolar mood swings he stepped out and came back with a helmet. Jokingly he said to just let him know when it would be safe again.
One Moment: WHAT? I’M VICIOUS OR SOMETHING? I NEED TO BE IN A ZOO LIKE A WILD ANIMAL? OH AND I’M UGLY LIKE THE CRAZY BABOON TOO HUH? SINCE I NEED TO LET YOU KNOW WHEN IT’S SAFE AGAIN…
Next Moment: (hysterically crying) I don’t know why I get like this. I’m sorry. I’m soooooorrryyy. I’ll make it up to you I promise, but for now I need chocolate -a lot of chocolate.
Yea, he didn’t joke around for a while afterwards.
Its one crazy roller coaster and I totally understand a sheik telling us about a dua the husband should say on the first night with his wife.
Allaah, I ask You for the goodness within her and the goodness that you have made her inclined towards, and I take refuge with You from the evil within her and the evil that you have made her inclined towards.’
InshaAllah I’m going to try to get his jokes and in the mean time make him all the hot cocoa he wants. Right now I can see him peacefully sleeping and it kills me up that I’m so deadly (to say the least) towards that precious beanhead of mine.
But alhamdulilah (subhanAllah and mashaAllah) he has the patience and really if he makes it one more day, then it’s all good right?
Right?!
DON’T MAKE ME ASK YOU AGAIN!
Just kidding. I’m totally fine.
Schizo,
amira
