There I was sobbing on the floor next to a pile of soaking wet pajamas…
Half-naked at 7:55 am.
It looked like a hurricane had pummeled through my closet…
Wrinkled jeans and dresses scattered in every direction…
There wasn’t a single outfit that fit me…
I swear — I went to bed a size 10 and woke up a size 16.
My teenage daughter shouted at me from downstairs for the third time…
“Mom! I have to be at school in 5 minutes!”
We were never late before “the change.”
I was always so punctual… so reliable…
But lately I couldn’t do anything except bury my head in my hands and cry.
I wasn’t even motivated to pull myself out of my sweat puddle.
I knew it was going to be a bad day…
It always is when…
I’m Assaulted By My Hormones First Thing
In The Morning
The white-hot, deep sensation started in my belly again…
Followed by a tingling fire in my veins…
That accelerated into a burning, tormenting hell inside my body.
I could feel the heat in my face. Sweat rolled from my temples. And it felt like someone was pricking me with needles…
Like a hot and painful acupuncture.
I could hear my daughter stomping up the stairs before bursting into the bedroom…
“What are you doing?! I need to be…”
She went silent… and starred with a cold look in her eyes.
“Dad, it’s happening again,” she shouted…
“I need you to take me to school!”
She turned around and slammed the bedroom door behind her…
Leaving Me Naked And Alone On The Floor…
My husband didn’t even come check on me.
He learned to keep his distance when I was in a “mood.”
Since “the change” I hadn’t been so kind to him…
I was like a ticking time bomb… and the littlest things he did made me snap…
Like leaving a dirty sock on the floor… or closing a window in our bedroom… or when he’d “nudge” me to even suggest he wanted sex.
He started sleeping in the guest room because I’d yell at him in the middle of the night for snoring.