My husband went to the supermarket

laugh. “In the store? About pads?”

He nods. “Yep. Full eye contact. Held them up like a trophy. I’m basically a champion of women’s health now.”

I burst out laughing, but it’s not just the image of my husband proudly waving sanitary pads in the air—it’s the tenderness underneath it all. He doesn’t mock or complain. He just does what’s needed, with a continue reading …