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My Period Can Be A Real Jerk

Denise Thomas resents having to hang out with “little friend” month after month, even though they’re no longer on good terms! Read more from Denise on her awesome blog

My Period Can Be a Real Jerk

Over the course of my adult life, I’ll admit I spent a lot of time in bars, and loved almost every minute of it. Not so much these days, but when I was younger and single, I was kind of a barfly. I loved bars. The darker and smellier the better, as far as I was concerned. Give me a pitcher of beer and a pile of quarters for the jukebox, and I was in heaven. To this day, the sticky, beer-infused odor that floats out of the open door of a bar as I (usually) walk on by puts a smile on my face.

Almost always, when I would walk into one of these fine establishments, there would be someone, usually a man, sitting at the end of the bar. He was often by himself, maybe reading a newspaper or trying to chat with the bartender. As the night (or afternoon, because day drinking is THE BEST!) wore on, he would get progressively more drunk, and sometimes more annoying. Maybe he would try to engage with my friends and me, which was usually a failure, unless he stood a round of beers for the group. Then he could maybe stay a bit, until he put his arm around someone and tried for the side-boob grab. Go back to your stool, buddy.  By the end of the night, he became a real pain in the ass and everyone hated him.

Let me tell you something: my period is now the drunk from the bar. The lights just came on, and it’s closing time. You don’t have to go home but you can’t stay here, asshole.

Enough. My period has served its purpose, and I have two lovely children to prove it. I’m done. So, can we part as friends, Mother Nature? Can you just leave it at that? It’s not me, it’s you, by the way. You’re being kind of a jerk. I am not using my period anymore, can’t you just take it back? Give it to somebody who needs it? Can’t I just donate everything?

I’M SICK OF IT!!!!! I am tired of the inconvenience, the discomfort, and the need for supplies in every corner of my life. I have done my time in the period department for 37 years. If I retired from a job after less time, I’d get a gold watch, dammit. All I’m getting right now is five days of misery every month because – and pay attention if no one has told you this yet – it gets worse as you get older. Worse. The drunk from the corner is getting drunker and more annoying every single month. Plus louder. He’s yelling now. He’s such a jackass.

They keep telling me it will end, that the bouncer will step in and throw the drunk out on his ear. It does not end. Either the bouncer’s off getting some action in the alley, or the stupid bar is staying open all night with a free keg, because my period/the annoying drunk refuses to leave. Month after miserable month it shows up, regardless of how many times I whine and stomp my feet in the OB/GYN office.

I never even get to skip a month, which I have heard happens some times at my advanced age. It gets no shorter, no lighter, no less reliable. Just like the drunk that comes in every night after work. You don’t want to see him, but there he is.

Am I alone? Does anyone else suffer from the friend that won’t leave?

Denise Thomas

Mother of twins, lover of dogs, beaches, books, cocktails. Overall good time gal. Passionate introvert. It's a dichotomy, right?! I know. I am an enigma. Shrouded in mystery. Wrapped in bacon. Blogging about the hilarity of midlife over at

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Saturday 6th of June 2015

I think mine will never leave! I remember waiting for the big moment of it's arrival when I was a girl - now it just won't go away - it's even more regular (and heavier) than it ever was in my fertile years. Menopause is not proving to be of much use in my humble opinion - nice to know that I'm not alone in my misery!

Denise Thomas

Monday 8th of June 2015

Hi Leanne! It really is the annoyance that just won't leave, right? It makes me so mad every month!!! Thanks for stopping by!


Thursday 4th of June 2015

I am SO there with you! I rejoice for the non-period days each month and totally hate myself during my period. Goodness knows what everyone else thinks of me! It would be nice to have an "expiration date" or at least to let the warranty run out and move on!

Denise Thomas

Monday 8th of June 2015

Peggy, what a brilliant idea! An expiration date -- I love it! Surely that's not too much to ask for. Thanks for reading my post!

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