And that's how the fight started

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My Lovely Cousin had just hit puberty when we first met, and over the decades since I have learned to recognise and deal with her mood swings at a certain part of every month, until she had her lady plumbing removed.

Today we were chatting to our youngest son on the 'phone when he mentioned that he was keeping out of his wife’s way because it was her time of the month.
My Cousin asked if it was worse the week before or during her actual period, and he said, “It’s always worse the week before” to which she replied, “Oh mine was always the week before as well”.

I might have said out loud, “and the three weeks after as well”.

… and that’s how the fight started.

Please feel free to add your own “How the fight started” stories, true or not so true.

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As a father to four daughters, I’ve had more that my fair share of PMT tantrums and to list the confrontations would be unfair to them, but it would be a long list.
Thinking back, I reckon the worst events were usually just before the first onset when the girls do not what is about to happen and of course until it does happen, the parents can only guess what the problem might be.

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Mrs d00d is Portuguese … there are ways to wind them up:

" … but Portugal belongs to Spain, doesn’t it?"

“Portugal discovered Brazil and a couple of other places, but didn’t Britain discover Portugal first?”

Angry history lessons follow.

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Ha ha ha @d00d Well, I married a Swede and my first task was to rapidly learn to speak and write in her language. It was the only way to be 100% sure what she was saying to me in times of stress and discord :+1: The only trouble with that, she is also fluent in Hindi (girl next door daughter to Indian army officer) and there was no way I was going to learn Hindi :wink:

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:laughing: :laughing:

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No the Portuguese did. :sweat_smile:

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Things being tidied away.The reason why I left that coat,etc…on the back of the chair was that I may need it in a day or two…

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I love a Portuguese Tart, I had one, and that’s how the fight started.

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So did I with my ex. It was like walking on eggshells for nearly 2 weeks in 4.

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So, my old man’s a keen fisherman and goes out in all weathers.

Last Saturday morning, there was a storm raging and it was still dark but I heard him load up his gear and go off while I curled up in bed

I didn’t realise he’d changed his mind and came back home so when I felt someone snuggle up to my back saying “ baby, it’s cold out there” and I whispered back …….

“Sure is, and my idiot husbands gone fishing in it. Still he’s left the coast clear for us” ……

that’s how the fight started.

:rofl::rofl::rofl::heart_eyes:

(Not so true!)

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:grin: :laughing: :blush:, very good.