For a kid who’s just about to start high school, the thoughy of my classmates finding out that I’m wearing pasador was terrifying. I could already imagine what they’ll say, especially the girls from the well-off families from town. “That’s so old-fashioned” and “disgusting”. Imagine having to touch all that blood while washing it. So I replaced the pasador with disposable pads.
After giving birth, it took me a while to get my regular period back. But as the amount of soiled diapers piled up (eventhough I’m using environment-friendly ones) , reaching for a piece of disposable sanitary pad gave me an overwhelming sense of guilt.
Despite that my savings account is declining every day and I’m expecting it to drain at the end of the month. So where the hell is my money going?
Here’s what my bank account says
Ten years ago…
There was me and this guy, sitting on a beach, on a famous island. I’ve known him for two weeks.
There was a bottle of the local vodka. The sunset was romantic. A boat drifts away to the bay carrying two lovers.
I said to him: “I think I’m falling in-love with you.”
After a while, he answered. “I thought you never want to be in a serious relationship.”
“Yes, I don’t.”
The sun said goodbye, we finished the vodka. I got dead drunk. He dragged me to the tricycle so we could get back to the pension house. I spent the evening spitting on the wall.
The next day we went swimming with the sharks, me with my massive hang-over. There was silence on the boat. I couldn’t stand silence.
So I said, “about last night.”
He answered. “We can try.”
His first “I love you” came many months after. The declaration of real love when we parted for a while.
I married the guy last year.