BMS

BMS are the initials of my husband. But it is also the acronym for a very serious disorder.

Ever so often Bryan gets a little bit sad, a little moody, a little quiet. He goes into his office and he works quietly with a glass of wine. He doesn't listen to his music loudly, he doesn't have much to say. He pokes around at his burned dinner that I cook, which is his favorite by the way. I also find him watching movies like "Rachel Getting Married" or "Garden State." This doesn't happen very often, but when it does I call it BMS -- Bryan's Moody Syndrome.

Since I've long been a victim of the female version, PMS, I try to offer up things that make me happy during this time. I offer to help him eat a whole sleeve of cookie dough, he says no thanks. I offer to watch Gilmore Girls and paint our toenails together, again he says no. I buy him gossip magazines and chocolate bars, he shakes his head. I really do not know what to do with him. I am out of options. The only thing that I can do now is to dress up like a clown and go visit him at his office with flowers and a song.

Wish me luck.