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Let’s Just Call it PMS

Can you imagine waking up at 7 in the morning to the sound of your girlfriend weeping at the edge of the bed, because she’s too fat and has nothing to wear?

That’s what happened to my girlfriend the other day. I woke up in pain because of my period looming just around the corner. Hated the fact that I had to get ready for work. Detested that work that day was a series of meeting with partners and therefore I had to look my best. And I tried on a pair of pants, noticed that I could see the lining of my underwear underneath it, and collapsed onto the bed in tears because I was so fat!

No this isn’t typical me, and I fully realize how pathetic I must have seemed. But in the moment, I was just overwhelmed and the severity of my problem was real to me. Let’s just call it PMS.

She woke up to the sound of my crying. Mind you, she is not a morning person and usually when I wake her up I dodge punches! But not that day. That day she woke up, took a second or two to realize what was happening, then put her arms around me and hugged me tight.

“I know I’m being pathetic and silly” I said as I buried my face into her neck.
“No, you’re not. It’s fine” was her gentle response.

She kissed my cheek, got out of bed, and picked an outfit for me. I don’t have that many formal pieces of clothing, but she sorted out a perfect set for we to wear. She was very sweet, and I left the house feeling very silly and very loved.

By the time my work day had started I was feeling better; the advil had kicked in and I was no longer worrying about being fat or underdressed.

That evening after work I came home to find two new complete outfits laid out on the bed.
“You need more formal things to wear for these meetings you have sometimes.” She had gone shopping for me. “But this doesn’t count as your Christmas gift”, she added.

It might not sound like much, but she saved my day. I’m so lucky. And my new clothes are really pretty.

-overly emotional