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I never used to notice my cycle at all... I miss those days.
Now, it sneaks up on me ala sportswidow. I will be fine, but out of nowhere I start getting irritable and snappish over nothing, and all of a sudden I'm crying, or starting an argument about bullshit... ugh. I hate getting that way. Sometimes I have enough clarity to tell Q that I'm not myself and he's very good at ignoring the irritability and holding me when I hit the weepy depressed stage. Other times, he can tell it's not really me and just does it anyway. Thank gods.
!@$#!#@%$ hormones. Ugh.
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My heart knows me better than I know myself, so I'm gonna let it do all the talkin'.
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