for whom the bell tolls

*I work in retail. Entries are far between because that's my life during the Holiday season, 17 years now.

Papi gets the worst of my PMS. Incidents are occurring like clockwork. Through this I understand "us' better now. He'll never be able to love me with the amount of ginger and care I need nor will I ever be able to provide him the amount of 'ease of life' he requires. It's just not that simple with me. It'll never be.