Get a room, you two.
Take a deep breath. It was pretty clearly a light-hearted joke.
Yes, and men behaving poorly is very rarely a valid excuse. Men make up the vast majority of prisoners precisely because they don’t get to blame it on the hormones.
Considering the overwhelmingly hostile tone of this thread, I’m not surprised your comment was taken poorly.
As for the OP: other than couples therapy, I have no clue. And I have a feeling that option is not practical in your situation
Well, unless you’ve got a cock and balls, you don’t know what being a guy feels like.
What I do know, is that I was in the Army and knew many women who were every bit as professional and soldierly as men, and when they got pregnant, they sucked it up and drove on. They’ve got the same hormones you do. It’s not like basic training takes care of that. No doubt in my mind at all pregnancy can be an emotional bitch, but a lot of women don’t have the luxury of being spoiled and needy about it.
A genuine mental illness, as you have, is of course another matter.
I feel like the OP wasn’t looking for help.
He was posting to feel like a divorce is the only way to go.
He already decided his course of action.
It seemed as hostile as every other thread I inevitably make an ass out of myself in. 
I’d be worried about the panties. I mean, I only have a little over a year’s experience living on my own with a girl but I can’t comprehend mysterious undergarments appearing.
As for the hormones, I’m afraid of being group-tackled by the collective female poster base of the board, but I don’t think that a person should be able to get away acting like an assclown because they’re pregnant. If I got worked up and said something stupid I’d be held accountable for it, regardless of how much of an impact my flaring testosterone had on my behavior.
I have a couple of funny stories that relate to this and where the panties might have come from…
One of my close friends lived in an apartment complex. She lived alone with no room-mate or boyfriend, and yet she was constantly finding strange panties in her laundry. At her apartment complex they had washer dryer hookups on the balcony of each individual apartment outside in a sort of laundry closet thing, so no shared machines. Anyways, it turns out her cat was going to another apartment’s laundry pile (they must have left their baskets out) and snagging the panties and bringing them home. We discovered this as we were sitting on her balcony one day chatting and her cat jumped up on to the railing with a lacey purple thong in his mouth. He then proceeded to run into her bedroom and bat it around.
Also, my boyfriend lives in an apartment complex with a shared laundry room. Maybe two months into our relationship he tried to return a black lace thong that I had “left” at his apartment. It was kind of cute how he reacted when I told him they weren’t mine. I still tease him about it almost a year later.
There’s been some name-calling going on here, as well as dragging another poster and topic into the conversation. Please, let’s stop this behavior now. Disagreement is fine, insults and name-calling or not.
Ellen Cherry
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BTW, I found a pair of girl’s panties in my dryer decades ago, and my husband had a fit, yelling at me, saying I was giving him a hard time and that I was too stupid to recognize my own underwear. Well… about 8 years later, I found out about the girl with whom he had an affair and who slept at our house when I’d gone with our baby to visit my mother for a few days.
To the OP, I second the advice that both of you see a counsellor now, before you deploy. You have to try to clear things up with your wife, and give yourself peace of mind, before you leave. Good luck!
Well, isn’t it obvious???
Just yesterday Al Gore was counting Tippers panties, and found that a pair was MIA—What other POSSIBLE evidence could be needed?
Clearly, pool and Tipper Gore have been caught red-handed, and good ol’ Ogre can’t see the Straight Dope in front of his eyes. :rolleyes:
(Seriously pool, good luck, and dont let Encyclopedia Brown-wannabe posters like Ogre make you nuts)
So when guys take a hit in the cock and balls they should just be able to suck it up and carry on instead if rolling around on the floor like big hormonal babies.
Many mental illnesses are due to actual chemical imbalances in the brain. So you don’t think hormones could cause similar problems?
^Testicular trauma and the pain involved has nothing to do with hormones. The neural stimulus involves the celiac plexus (aka solar plexus).
That’s what I was thinking too, abandonment issues, she’s afraid he’s leaving her (well, he is, but it hooks into her fear of emotional abandonment). She should get counseling on her own at the least, joint counseling if it’s possible.
And she sounds immature.
Dude, I am so coming over to your place and planting panties in your laundry. That will teach you.
Smiley included as thread is humor impairment zone. 
Well here’s a bit of cod wisdom and an anecdote.
I’ve read many places (no idea whether it’s true) that someone who is cheating will subconsciously look for evidence of cheating in their partner. IOW, being suspicious of cheating is a symptom of cheating oneself.
So I was going out with this girl and she got really obsessed with a piece of lacy cloth she found on the floor of my apartment. I was mystified about it, until I realised after a few days that it had ripped off an Indian cushion cover that I had. The next time she was round I found her examining the cloth again and looking really odd about it, so I showed her where it had come off the cushion.
During the same week, I had spent the night at her place and in the morning found on her bedroom floor a man’s sock; not one of mine as I only ever wear one brand. She could have said that it was from a previous boyfriend - her room was pretty messy - but she insisted that it was mine and that I was talking out of my ass that I didn’t recognise it.
Guess who was cheating on whom?
Yeah, I know but for some reason the mental image of kicking someone in the balls passed through my mind and it amused me so I wrote it down. Must be my hormones.
OK, we cool then. crosses legs
I know data isn’t the plural of evidence, unless you’re a sociologist (JOKE! please don’t attack me for that), but my ex once was absolutely convinced I’d had an affair because of some imagined slight. Or maybe she was convinced I was having an affair at my cricket club, because you know all the cricket groupies love to hang out at Oxfordshire Eighth Division matches and hit on all the net bowlers. Anyway, you can guess what was actually going on behind the scenes.
It’s good to know when you disagree with a man the mental image of a man getting hit in balls amuses you. Got it.
If there’s a girl wearing them when you plant 'em, sure. I’m single at the moment.