I haven’t been this tearfully PMS-y since, I don’t know, my last big break-up? I’ve cried about 6,000 times in the past 4 days, mostly without reason.
Jen and I check in on each other via email at least once a week. I was going to tell her I’m sad and PMS-y, then realized I send that email to her all the time.
The other day I was a bitch and instantly remarked to Justin, “That was mean of me. My head is hurting, is all. I’m sorry. It’s PMS.”
“You PMS a lot,” said Justin to his first long-term girlfriend.
“Dude, it’s one week every month. That’s one out of four. I will spend a quarter of my adult life feeling like this. (beat) OH MY GOD I’ve never thought about it that way before. THIS IS A TERRIBLE THING TO REALIZE.”
(Gif from the totally hypnotizing If We Don’t, Remember Me.)
Secretly Stephie 
oh man. I never thought of it like that.
The sad part is I feel like mine might be more like 50% of the time, but that kind of negativity must be the PMS talking.
True, there have been times when it hits a week early and I am like “Oh nooooo.” Then Justin is totally convinced PMS is some bullcrap I made up to get away with stuff.