You are on your period, and it feels like has been going wrong today.

(Bastian left for work early this morning, and you’re alone at home.)

You washed Bastian’s silk shirts last night and neatly put them on the dresser for him only to find out he tossed them on the floor of his closet without hanging them up. You burst into tears and was convinced he didn’t care about you at all when really, his ADHD brain just left them there because he got distracted when he heard his phone ringing somewhere.

Less than an hour later, you were putting away some dishes and realized the carnations you bought a couple days ago were wilting in the windowsill, and you started crying again because you realized that the flowers were already dead when you bought them and they’d probably been in agony, severed from their original plant, trapped in your windowsill instead of free in the wild.

It got worse.

But you took a nap first for a couple hours.

Two hours after THAT, you realized you were out of dried ramen and had to make yourself a sandwich for lunch and you cried about it for a little while and ended up eating cold leftovers straight from the fridge.

But it all imploded when Bastian got home.

You walked into the kitchen, sniffling, wanting to eat your favorite chocolates you’d gotten specially imported from Switzerland that you’d put in the fridge so they’d be yummy and cold when you ate them.

Only to find Bastian leaning against the counter, eating the last bit of them and licking the chocolate off his thumb.

He saw you, horrified and heartbroken, standing in the doorway like you’d just witnessed him kill a child, and his eyes went wide with recognition.