SMASH! A glass falls of from my hand and shatters into pieces all over my kitchen floor
I feel my face tightening, my muscles getting tense and my blood boiling
“WHYYYYYY I HATE MY LIFE” – I scream from the top of my lungs with a quaking voice
Then I start crying uncontrollably, shaking while leaning over with the hands on my knees
Breaking a glass isn’t that big of a deal but it’s was that time of the month and I just arrived home from what looked like an endless day of work
I felt so irritable and edgy that I was afraid I would tell everyone at work to go to hell, quit my job and then realize the next day that OOOpps, it was only PMS...
But when I arrived home and my glass of wine shattered into the floor, I couldn’t maintain my cool