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isn't it absolutely silly and ridiculous to let the same thing bring you to tears each and every month? i mean, if i were morgan, i would avoid coming home every fourth week or so. he's found me sitting on the floor in the laundry/bathroom sobbing my eyes out, standing at the kitchen sink sobbing my eyes out, laying in our bed, you guessed it, sobbing my eyes out. he doesn't even ask what's wrong anymore. he simply puts his arms around me and holds me, tries to reassure me that "it will be okay." and deep in my heart i know he's right; it will be okay.
but, at the moment when my cheeks are streaked with a year's worth of tears, i don't believe him.