He Remembered Her Cramps, But Forgot Mine
Language: en
The moment the young coworker reached for a can of iced soda, my husband caught her wrist. "Don't drink that cold stuff. Aren't you on your period?" Without missing a beat, he shoved the icy can right in front of me, taking the steaming mug of hot tea sitting before me and placing it gently by her hand. Smooth. Seamless. Practiced. I froze. He remembered her cycle was today, but completely forgot mine was, too. A dull, sharp cramp twisted through my lower belly, suddenly impossible to ignore. I pushed the cold soda away, looked up, and stared at him. "I started mine today, too." The…