(little voice inside my head) SHUT UP! Shut Up while you still can!

Ever gotten to the point where you can't say anything productive? Everything he said just hurt, everything he didn't say hurt more. It must be hormones or steroids or some unruly combination of the two. Or maybe it's just that I long to say things I don't want to feel, and I hate him for not acknowledging the things I won't/can't say. I hate being a woman sometimes. How much nicer would it be to have things stay balanced and even and unchanging. How much nicer would it be to be a man.