I know first hand that i can be a real bitch during my period. I’m constantly moody, all of my emotions are heightened, I get triggered easily, and all I wanna do is watch Netflix on the couch whilst I eat some chocolate.
I wouldn’t want to be around me on my period.
And yet, he stays.
He doesn’t take my snarky comments personally. He continues to ask if I’m ok; even though I always say I am and we both know I’m not. He lets me sulk alone when I need to. He doesn’t point out how unreasonable I’m being, because he knows that I know. He’ll share stories of times he messed up, just so I feel a little better about myself.
When all I’ve been doing is complaining about everything and anything, when I’m hating the person that I am on that day, and when I’m about to break down, he’ll give me the warmest, all-encompassing, soul-restoring hug in the world.
And that’s when I realise that the person who can handle me at my worst, is the person I need to love, appreciate and hold on to the most - in hopes that some day I can do the same for them.