You are my maid, taking care of me. You cook and clean and prepare my clothes, doing all the chores. Your bedroom is right next to mine, just in case I needed you in the middle of the night. Sometimes I need to do things all hours of the night, because I run the mafia.

We were sleeping, in our separate rooms, when you started your period, you and your bed were covered in blood, and your cramps were so bad you could barley move. You got up and ran to the bathroom, throwing up from the pain.