Come on Menopause

I keep telling me to keep my mouth shut and ride it out a week or so.  But noooooo....I am like a werewolf.  I morph into someone very scary.
I hate my clothes, my hair, my lesion ridden face, my bloated stomach, my car, my house, my cats, my job, my co-workers and most of all my husband.
This time I almost got an apartment.  What the Hell is wrong with me?  I thought after my hyssie it would get better but it has only gotten worse.  Much worse.
Why he puts up with me I will never know.
Just, please God, let it end.  I want to be peaceful, loving T.  I don't want to be pshyco ingrate hateful T.   She really is a horrible bitch.