Disclaimer for male readers: this post may make you feel weird inside, almost like being molested. I apologize in advance for alienating you. Please don't go away.
Uterus, f**k you. Where do you get off? (And why is it so hard to insult you without making some sort of sexual innuendo?)
Every month, you waste my hard-earned bodily resources to build a fitting environment for the godda**ed baby you are so sure we are going to be having.
Every month, you end up having to clean house and start over because, guess what? WE ARE NOT HAVING A F**KING BABY!!! POSSIBLY NOT EVER IF YOU KEEP UP YOUR STUPID SHENNANEGANS!!!
You seem to have figured out that I will not allow you to make a baby and are therefore continuing your obnoxious behavior just to spite me.
Let me be very clear, uterus: If you keep on making my life a living hell every month when you don’t get your way, I will forgo motherhood just to piss you off. I will see to it that you do not come into contact with so much as a single drop of semen for the rest of your natural life. Do you understand?
And being overly dramatic will not solve anything.
Am I supposed to feel sorry for you when you are lying around bleeding like that? That’s my f**king blood you are wasting! Have you ever stopped to consider how your childish tantrums affect my life?
You see, uterus, you are attached to my other organs and when you thrash around in anger, they become quite upset. Your little hissy fits prevent me from doing anything that cannot be accomplished while in the fetal position.
You see, when you carry on like this, it makes me think that there is something wrong with you – that maybe you wouldn’t be able to construct a fetus properly.
A major step in the right direction would be for you to grasp the concept of punctuality.