Welcome to Hell Week!

Am I being dramatic?

Probably. Does it feel like hell? Yes, it does. Greetings from my new iMac, yes Ryan, I said MY iMac (Please refer to my domestic partner's social platform for more details). I feel like I always have an excuse for being absent but seriously, work has been insane. I miss those days of being "fake busy" but I'm positive that by next week they'll be back. Actually, next week I'm getting my period so taking a wild guess here, I don't think it'll get better. Let's just relax, breathe and live one day at a time.

As your normal psycho, obsessive twenty-something woman, I like to lurk. If you're smarter than me, you know that 9/10, you're going to find something (El que busca, encuentra). I trust my boyfriend, I know he's intelligent enough to not mess with my very stereotypical latina woman side but I'm nosey. For some reason, I like looking into the past. How do I get all the pieces together in order to know why it didn't work with the ladies that came before me. Are you a sociopath? Do you have crazy anger issues? Are you a secret Nazi? This isn't my beautiful 100 x 35 island where everyone knows each other and you can ask around, understandably, it becomes a bit of a challenge. 

On Monday the computer arrived, while we were setting up the accounts, we synced our devices and the iCloud. Oh, what a mistake! It was a parade of messages, pictures, and screenshots of exes (Ryan's, I don't make rookie mistakes). He wasn't next to me but this is the thing, I needed him to know that I saw it. What is it with PMS and letting that inner unstable female out? Obviously, this was a result of snooping around, it wasn't like it pop up and surprised me. I may have a lot of flaws but I'm an honest person and with that honesty comes the fact that I will tell you that I'm fucking demented. With me, there's no debate of "If I tell him, he'll know I was creeping" because I don't care if he knows.  I went to bed aggravated that night, the next morning after a dose of resentful looks, I received an "I'm sorry you're upset but you were sort of looking for dirt" kind of text. If I would've been a rational person and for once stopped speculating and creating different scenarios in my head, I would've understood that it's in the past for a reason. Then, why bring it up? Well my dear readers, because I'm PMSing and I need motives to fight and be mad. 

At this point, Ryan is finally understanding the miracle that is the women brain. The past days after that "incident" he has avoided all forms of confrontation, made dinner without asking for help and cleaned. So now you're asking why I want to fight with such a great dude? I DON'T KNOW! It's my hormones and I know that I can't use that as an excuse for being an asshole but I'm kind of doing it. He knows that too and I feel like those good deeds are his passive/aggressive way of telling me "See? I'm nice and you're a bitch". 

So there you have it, fellas. Even when you're doing the right thing, if your significant other is PMSing, you're set to have some agonizing days ahead of you. I'm pretty sure Forrest Gump's mama was talking about THAT PMS week when she said that "Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get". And anyway, isn't it better to be angry at the world instead of crying?

P.S. Shout out to the lady that waxed my eyebrows last night and didn't mess them up but felt the need to ask if I wanted my upper lip waxed. You're the MVP.

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