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[Y140.02] - Too many weeks...

There were good days and bad days in Jennifer’s life - as in anyone’s, really. Though, she did not always label them as such. Mostly a day was just the same as any other. They followed some sort of routine.

She’d wake up from the alarm ringing and get herself dressed and ready for the day. By the time He would wake up, too, she’d have breakfast table ready. Usually they would eat together - unless she had messed up, even a tiny detail. He’d kiss her before going to work, and she would start on the house chores for that day. They had made a roster - or well, He had - dictating all the things to do per day. Some were mandatory every day, of course, like making the beds, cooking and doing the dishes. Then there was laundry day, and a cleaning day for basically every room in the house. And when He came home in the evening, He’d check if she had done it all right. If He was pleased and in a good mood, it usually meant a quiet night. But… It seemed easy for Jennifer to mess up, no matter how hard she tried.


When the alarm had gone off that morning, Jennifer hadn’t felt too great. For a couple of days now, her belly felt full and tight - as if she was sick to her stomach from eating too much. But today she had felt nauseous, too. She’d struggled through the morning, finding herself on the receiving end of a slap across the face for the butter dish not being opened in time.

She’d felt relieved when He had left out the door, taking a moment to sit down. Why was she this tired still, too? Hadn’t she slept all through the night?


If it hadn’t been bathroom cleaning day, she probably wouldn’t have figured it out. Or, considered the possibility. But, sitting on her knees in front of the little cupboard under the sink, she suddenly realized it’d been weeks since she’d needed any period products. Too many weeks…