I'm so happy these days! One reason is because I don't get that dreaded period anymore. It was an uneventful ending unlike it's beginning... I have had no hot flashes, nothing. My sister Kathy, who is ten years older, told me that's what happened to her so yay! The last period was a doozy. Memorial Day weekend, at the lake. I was a total bitch. I cursed being a woman. Make it stop please! This is ridiculous. I'm not going to have a baby at this point...go away! And it did!
But the first one was not a good one either. Of course I was in my cruddy junior high years. Our new, fantastic modern junior high school was being built so they put my district on the land of an especially cruddy high school in trailers and one church close by. It was messed up. Additionally my parents were getting divorced on top of it. I had especially gotten ugly - complexion bad, unibrow, no figure... I've made peace with the divorce of my parents and all is understood why it happened so I'm not going there. There was something dramatic out of that divorce that leads to this story and that's my dad was living in the house while trying to sell it and mom moved to a tiny apartment. I was given a choice -- do you want to live with your dad in the house you had been living in, in a cool neighborhood. Or do you want to go with your mother and squeeze into the tiny apartment....I'm a girl, I chose my mother. She was easy going and cool and my dad was a little more strict and, for goodness sakes, wanted me to make good grades!
I got my payback however on the first day of my first period. I remember being in one of those stupid, nasty classroom trailers. Bang! It hit me good and it hurt! I was coiled over. One girl was kind of laughing saying 'she got her period.' I made my way to the school nurse. Bent over. 'Call my mom! Call my mom.' For some reason, I don't remember - they couldn't get a hold of her so they called my dad. Dad was a really sweet man. He was a better girl daddy than a boy daddy. He did love his daughters. He came and got me. All he knew was I was having a tummy ache and in great pain. But he kept asking about what I was feeling. I was so shy I just couldn't tell him...He brought me to the house, gave me a heating pad then went back to work.
Just the beginning of several more painful periods... I wondered, however, was it punishment for choosing my mom over my dad...
So good riddance periods! You never did me any good. And thanks to that bitch Eve for eating that apple. That's right...I blame you ...who else can I blame?
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