The Power of PMS

All things have an end apart from the sausage who has two. Old Swedish expression. Very true. And sausages or not, I had to make an end to the Kangaroo-story. After his calling and texting and missing and kissing and blah blah blah-ing last weekend, silence. Only silence and nothing else.

And powered by PMS-hormones (amazing how executive I am a few days before my period, fantastic), I decided to grab the bull by its horns and take control over the situation. And to cut a long story short: some useless texting, no suggestions to meet up from his side, spinster getting fed up, spinster texts bitchy texts, kangaroo calls, spinster and kangaroo has open and honest discussion, spinster angry and sad, some tears, kangaroo very understanding and kind and sweet and honest, spinster's heart breaks by the sound of his voice.

Result: call off of something that really never was on. He explained "I can't give you what you want, I am on my way back to Australia, I am confused, you are landed". I interpreted "I am not that into you and plus I am still in love with my Canadian girlie". Had real heart-pain for a few days and loads more tears, but now I am starting to feel over it. And it is really a release. It's a bit like letting go of a really heavy back-pack that I wasn't sure why I was carrying around.

And as always, the best way of feeling better is retail-therapy. Got myself some fantastic lace underwear from local designer, extremely cool and sexy. What else to do when you have just been dumped? Priceless.