You’re having a particularly cranky day. Every single thing is getting on your very last nerve. Not just getting on your last nerve….but hanging on that nerve, so as to cause further irritaiton. You try to keep a good face on for the people you love and care about in your life – – but inevitably, the person you love the most bears the brunt of it all.
He says, “Honey, let it out – tell me what’s bugging you.” – and that’s all it takes. It all comes rushing out like flood waters.
Every. Little. Thing. That’s. Hanging. On. That. Last. Nerve.
He laughs a little bit and says, “When are you due?”
I say, “What?!?”
“Your period, ” he says, “when is it due…this weekend?”
You rant! As if I can’t having a few things annoying me all at once without having to blame it on PMS. Don’t placate me. Don’t patronize me. Don’t write off my concerns to PMS, you rat bastard. My concerns and annoyances are valid, dammit!
Fast forward a few hours later. I get my period.
I hate that.
He’s right, though. I get like this every single time. You’d think I’d learn to pick up on those signs after they happen month after month, hey? That’s not to say that my annoyances aren’t valid – – just maybe, well – – I think tomorrow I’ll probably have a better perspective.
Bed time for bonzo.