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The thing that prompted my parents to finally listen to me about getting on the pill was me having an absolute fit over a piece of clay. I was taking an art class, and the medium of the week was clay. My boyfriend and I were working on our projects together, and mine kept falling apart. I burst into tears and could not stop for anything. And having someone ( in this case, my parents) tell me that its ridiculous and I'm crying for no reason doesn't help. In fact, it made me cry harder!
Another gem in my PMS horror story collection is the night I stated my period, the same boyfriend left me five minutes into his visit. He and his buddies decided to go to a strip club, which made me completely rage on him, his buddies, and anyone who tried to tell me it was no big deal. After that incident, I now warn him not to do anything stupid the week before I start my period. It has made things much better. To his credit, he is wonderful and understanding. By the same token, he is still a man and can't help himself sometimes.
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- Smashing Pumpkins
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