Womanly Time

It's strange the sort of stuff you miss after a break-up. I was just reading a friend's workshop piece which has heavy menstrual bleeding as its centerpiece.

And that of course made me think of Alexa, oddly enough. It had been about three weeks now; we hadn't gone a single night without sleeping in the same bed.

We're cuddling on my bed, discussing lord knows what when she suddenly jolts out of the room and grabs her purse. Two minutes later she storms into my room, slams her purse against the floor and yells "Fuck! I'm bleeding!"

And I laughed. Because whenever I'd dated girls in the past, we'd never, ever, directly talk about periods. They'd just say they were on their "womanly time" or "feeling strange", I'd silently nod and that was that.

And I smiled. Because she wasn't pitiful or mopey or sad about her period. This girl was fucking PISSED off that she had to go bleed for a week.

And I grabbed her in my arms and explained why I was laughing and why I was smiling, and I got her to smile and laugh too.

Small moments make or break a relationship. Sometimes you just don't get enough of them.