If You Can't Handle Me At My Luteal...
I’ve been tossing around the idea to write a post about the role endometriosis plays in my romantic relationship for months now. I took so long to write it for a few reasons:
Having been a single lady for the majority of my life, I’m sensitive to the fact that it isn’t always fun to read about other people’s happy relationships.
I’m not a relationship expert.
You know…it’s personal. Like sure, so is writing about how you’re bad at using a menstrual cup, but it’s a different dimension and involves another person.
But the more conversations I have with my fellow endo warriors and my friends in the Baltimore Flow, the more keenly aware I become of how many people need to hear my little soapbox rant about dating and endo. So consider the above to be both a trigger warning and a disclaimer before proceeding.
