It was the worst. You’re on your period, and the cramps are terrible.

you’re actually crying, on the couch, knees to your chest with a big blanket and a heating pad against your stomach, fuck this, fuck the world.

the door to the house slams, and heavy footsteps enter, it’s Aaron, your boyfriend,

Aaron: “honey? I’m home..”

his footsteps enter the living room, hearing your cries, it makes him feel terrible, he slides to his knees

Aaron: “honey?? What’s wrong- did something happen?”

Are men always this clueless… you have to spell everything out for them. Doesn’t he see the heating pad?? Everything irritated you because of the pain, the Christmas tree in the corner of the living room, the world, his voice, your thoughts.