The Nine Month Curse

Okay, it's not what you think. No one is popping out anything at the end of those nine months.

What I'm referring to is quite depressing. I don't know if I should be proud (i'm not) of the fact that I have a 9 month curse with guys. It seems with any relationship, in or around the ninth month things
start to fall apart.

I have never made it to the 1 year mark with anyone - unless you count my therapist (LOL insert a snide remark then realize this isn't funny it's actually the truth).

I remember walking into my therapist's office one November day and realizing that today marks the one year of when we started these sessions to discuss the soap opera that is my life.

To save myself from embarrassment I decided it would be best not to tell him that I was secretly keeping track of how many sessions we've had and that today was our year anniversary. Or else we'd probably
start the next session discussing why I am celebrating this pathetic milestone.

(Now you're probably wondering which anniversary we are celebrating this November - answer to come later).

Oh by the way.... did I mention how my therapist is also a guy AND desi AND in his early 30's? Yup, I am not making this up. The first time I walked into his office I wanted to walk right  back out because the universe was playing joke. How can I discuss my DESI GUY problems with a DESI GUY?

Back to guys. I came to the conclusion that I have a pattern for all guys in my life. That once it hits the 9 month mark I should be on alert for a breakup coming up. 

.......That was until I met Shahrukh Khan and THAT only lasted 5 months. So there goes any attempt to create a ground breaking "theory" behind my so called nine month curse. Thank you very much Mr. Khan for debunking that. Not only did you end things in a cliffhanger way, in that "we will discuss this later" tone and forgot to call me back, but you also rained on my parade from being able to establish my own theory and curse. 

(It's been over a month and "later" hasn't happened yet on his watch, but don't worry this distressed desi isn't holding out any hope). 

Back to square one.

P.S. Turns out my therapist and I never got to celebrate our 2nd year anniversary. Nope. Somewhere between the 1 year and seven month mark he preceded to tell me I will need to find a new therapist because he will be moving to Tennessee.

I should have been sad. But I wasn't. I decided to accept this as another way of life telling me that in my particular life, all good things must eventually come to an end.