Have you ever felt like something you said was blown out of proportion? One sentence where you thought you were just sharing a feeling to which the other person essentially tells you, "Do not pass Go. Do not collect $200."
And the more you try to explain what you said and why you said it, the bigger the mess becomes. Like trying to untie a hideous knot - making it worse and more untangle-able to the point where you want to get the scissors and just cut the stupid thing out but you don't even know if scissors will make their way through.
On top of that the frustrating thing is you have done so well not making knots and messes lately, at least you thought you had, until this knot seems to lead you to attempt to untie all sorts of other knots that you didn't even know existed any more. But they do. This makes you want to throw up your hands in despair and forget ever buying shoes with laces again and just wear flipflops and high heels for the rest of your life. Because tennis shoes are usually not so cute anyway, and they only go with jeans and sweats.
But perhaps this is just the progesterone talking.