For the past few weeks, one of my breasts has really been hurting me. It's like this constant, fierce, sharp stabbing pain. It's tender to touch and according to my husband, it seems a bit more lumpier than usual. And I have been incredibly tired and worn down (more than usual). So he wants to me to go and get it checked out to make sure it's not cancer or anything. But I can't help to wonder if it's just pms or something and if it were any other body part that hurt, say like my brain, he wouldn't care as much. Heaven forbid anything ever happen to the all important boobs. What in the world would he hold at night? My elbow?
I hate the fact that he has to snuggle up to them every night and if I push him away and don't want to be touched, he gets all mad and huffy and turns over in frustration. And then I'm the bitch. Who cares that his constant stress ball massaging and fondling of it keeps me awake even though I have to get up in the morning too and get the kids off to school and a day of Cinderella work ahead of me. Obviously not him; as long as he gets what he wants and is happy and gets a good nights rest.
Sometimes, I secretly wish that maybe I would not have my boobs anymore because it would be mean that he would actually have to love me for me - not just my boobs - or that he would get bored and leave and I could finally sleep good at night. I hate the fact that he untucks my shirt, hits the nipple, suctions to the boob and I'm stuck laying uncomfortably on my back all because they make him feel better. Well yea for you. Grow your own damn boobs then and leave mine the hell alone!
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OMG boys really are idiots. I had the same thing. Both my boobs were very sensitive for a really long time, turned out it was the hormones but the husband didn't think any of it and just kept kneading and massaging them and I'm all like 'leave me the heck alone' if I was to knead your balls you wouldn't like that now, would you? He was seriously sulking after I said that.
But please do go to the doc, for your own good.
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