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I’m not an overly dramatic person, and that’s why I have to ask myself one question when looking back over the weekend; "was that all really necessary?" I would like to take this opportunity to sincerely apologize to The Boyfriend for, unfortunately, being the unwitting victim of my extreme emotional breakdown.

I woke up Saturday feeling amazing. The sun was shining and I was so excited to finally get my upper braces on. As I was happily skipping to the orthodontist's office, I was thinking about the rest of the weekend and how great it was going to be to spend some much needed quality time with The Boyfriend.

An hour later, I walked out of the orthodontist’s office with a fat, blistered lip (she accidentally burned my lip with something) and a dark cloud over my head. The braces were tight and extremely uncomfortable, and the wires were poking and cutting the inside of my mouth. I felt very sorry for myself, especially because I knew that my parents were still fast asleep back in South Africa and I couldn’t call them for the much needed pity party. The Boyfriend was at work.

When he got home, tired and ready to start a relaxing weekend, I was agitated, weepy and ready to be babied. Of course he was sweet and caring, but I wasn’t satisfied and proceeded to cry and wallow in self pity for the rest of the day. I even made him stay home with me on a Saturday night, because you know, misery loves company.

My upper braces have been extremely painful. Even after taking four painkillers, I was still in pain and woke up in the middle of the night with tears rolling down my face.

I realize now though, that maybe the whole scene I made was probably not totally necessary. Yes, it’s painful, but millions of people have had braces, and I’m pretty sure that they didn’t yell at the person they love the most in the world, or curl up in the fetal position on the couch in an effort to get attention?

All relationship experts would tell you that acting like a big baby is a big no-no. Not my proudest moment. I must say, I judge The Boyfriend a little bit for still loving me as much as he does after this unnecessary emotional extravaganza.