Mood Swings Synonym Novels & Stories

I dump the phone on the drawer and exhale, we made the baby together, I need to stop hating on him or I will push him away. Tapping two fingers against my temple, I wait for my rising anger to subside. These mood swings are terrible. I tear up a lot, over nothing. One minute, I am delirious with excitement, the next second, I am furious for no reason. Why am I upset? I know why.

she pointed out and I looked away, embarrassed. "Are you shy?" She cooed and I glared at her, annoyed. "Just shut up" I said and she rolled her eyes. "Wow, that's some really nice mood swings you have there" she muttered under her breath and I narrowed my eyes. Did she just say that I have mood swings? What the-

I don't want to put either of us in that position. “You don’t have to cry, all you need to do is work hard and you’ll get your life together. I say and she smiles. Her emotions switching fast again. She’s happy suddenly; she’s giving me so much whiplash. I can feel a headache start to come on. How can one person have such rapid mood swings?

Immediately he left, I picked up my phone and searched the Internet, my mood swings and cravings were not ordinary. I typed "Mood swings and cravings during stress" because I felt like it has to be the stress and nothing else but when I saw that mood swings and cravings can also be a sign of early pregnancy, my heaet skipped a bit, not because I didn't already know about it but because it just confirmed to me what was nagging at the back of my head. I could be pregnant.

What just happened? A few minutes later, the cook returned. “Alpha,” she said respectfully. “Yes?” “You don’t need to worry.” I raised an eyebrow. “This is normal.” “Normal?” “Pregnancy mood swings.” I stared at her. She continued calmly, almost amused. “We women… when we’re pregnant, our hormones become irregular. Sometimes we cry for no reason. Sometimes we get angry. Sometimes we think we are not beautiful. Sometimes we want to fight everyone.” I blinked slowly.

My whole life was changing and furthermore, I was changing too. Something was very wrong with me. I had nightmares almost every night, and the mood swings, oh my God, the mood swings were horrendous. I was getting ridiculously angry at the slightest things, and I don't mean a little tantrum here and there. No, I mean an uncontrollable rage that built up inside me. When it finally erupted like a damn volcano, it destroyed everything in its path. I had smashed my room up more times than I cared to remember in the last few weeks.

"And I don't know what to do anymore. Her sudden change of moods frustrates me. I just walked out on her to avoid telling her things that I would soon regret." "Well, what you did was right tho. It's not a good thing when you two are both not in the right mood, it could lead you to a misunderstanding. Perhaps she has her period or what, hence her mood." "But it was too much, Francis. I studied pre-med before, I knew what it is like to have mood swings when a woman is on her period." "Nah, man. You can't say that. Your knowledge is based on your study, but you haven't experienced it yet."

, I wink at her. "But I am", she nods, rolling her eyes. "Huh?" My eyes pop out abruptly. If it was a normal day, I would think she was pulling my leg. But her mood swings can be dangerous though. I won't be surprised if she actually feels that way. But I'll definitely be scared. "Not of you, of course", she groans, giving me a bit of relief. "I'm just tired of the repeated type of fucking. Let's do some adventure", she says.

“You must be going through menopause issues. It causes mood swings most of the time.” “You’re right. I’ve been having a lot of mood swings for the past month. Hope you didn’t take it to heart.” “Not at all. You should continue your shopping. I and Anna would continue ours.” Passing her friend a friendly smile, she motioned for Anna to follow her as she steered them both from the mother-and-daughter duo. Mrs. Riordan let out a loud sigh once she was sure that they weren’t breathing the same air as them. “Don’t let that bother you, Anna. My friend is not always like that.”

I lean back in to the chair and take the book in to my hands again. “I never asked you to be nice, Minerva. I love you the way you are.” Frowning, I turn back to ask what he means but he isn’t behind me anymore. It’s crazy how he can make me jump from being angry to being sad and then, confused. The mood swings are making me wonder if I have my heat coming up. That will be bad for business. I glare at the book in my hands as I stand up, “Look what you’ve caused. I just had to see his face again.”