I have a confession to make. I was having an affair with Hope this cycle. There, now I’ve said it. I was sneaking around with her, trying to keep the news away from you and everyone else. How could I admit that I was having this affair?
It all started innocently enough. I had no interest in Hope. This was a rest cycle, after all. How would I even meet her? And then I had some EWCM and well timed sex and a temp dip and a steady temp rise. And Hope and I had a cup of tea, but it wasn’t anything serious. But that Hope, she just hangs on. And so when I started feeling slightly tender nips, and got just a tiny bit nauseous, and suddenly felt the need to eat every two hours, she was there. Me and Hope, Hope and me. It felt so right.
And then, just as suddenly, it was over. She broke up with me during the fireworks on the 4th of July, causing a total meltdown and a pitiful case of the breakup blues. (And how to explain those hysterics to the in-laws?) Oh sure, she came back a couple of times over the week, but deep down I knew it was over right then. Even before a drop of blood was shed.
What I didn’t know was that J was having an affair with her too. I think they’ve broken up now, but I bet we’ll both take up with her again really soon.