The Expiration Date of Us
Language: en
When I found out my boyfriend, Julian, had bought expired tampons for me, I wanted to go to the store to get a refund. But the moment I looked closely at the receipt, my heart sank. The receipt listed strawberries, red wine, and condoms—none of which I had seen. The only thing in the bag he brought home was that single pack of expired tampons. The store address wasn't the local supermarket downstairs, either. It was a Costco eighteen miles away. A few minutes after I called the store to complain, Julian rushed out the door. I followed him. From a distance, I saw him—usually so calm and…