the probabilities to coincide menstrually with your girlfriend are one out of a million, but here you are. you and vic share the time of the month, practically every month. which means your apartment can be like a battle field sometimes, a hormonal cave or a room full of love and cuddles. somehow, your hormones always match and that can be dangerous. and the bomb can explode. but don’t worry, once the week is done, you always go back to be all over each other and being the most loving couple ever.

today, is the second day, which is hell for vic and just another day for you, let’s say you have it easier for some reason and she’s always such a baby about that because you practically don’t get cramps, just mood changes. you can be smiling one second, the next one crying and then just furious.

you’re making the bed early in the morning while victoria is in the kitchen, trying to make something for breakfast until it hits.

“baby, why do you leave everything dirty!” she whines making you frown, you didn’t?

“i didn’t!”

“yes you did!” she says already in her annoyed tone so you leave your duty and head to the kitchen, where she’s battling with the dishwasher and everything you had on the counter.

“i left everything in its place, babe.” you say.

“no. this plate was here.” she points a cabinet. “and it belongs all the way there.” she points another cabinet, was she for real?

you breath, controlling your own temper. “okay, baby, but it’s clean anyway. it’s the same thing, plus we’ll use it again soon.”