Womanhood

PMS Really is a B**CH

Yesterday was a mess and a half…

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If you follow along, you might have seen that I wrote a self-wallowing piece yesterday:

This Thanksgiving Morning Was Awful

I still stand by how I felt because yesterday’s Thanksgiving morning really was the worst.

I woke up alone on the holiday, probably for the first time in my life (that sentence is very privileged), and it hit me hard.

My partner finally came home soon before we had to leave for dinner, and we got into some small tiffs, per usual for lots of families and couples during the holidays. I mean, holidays are stressful, #amiright?!

I told him how alone I felt and that I missed my family in Atlanta. My behavior started to become manic and he was a little freaked out. Rightfully so — I wasn’t my usual, bubbly, light-hearted self that I am 95% of the time. I was even freaking myself out.

But this behavior isn’t foreign to me.

After some introspection, while looking pitifully out my sunroom window, it dawned on my that I…