Two little drops of reddish brown on my underwear. Here we go again.
Since I had kids, my cycle is irregular, which wouldn't be a big deal except that I'm an Orthodox Jew and I can't even pass the salt to my husband--let alone touch, kiss, or have sex with him--for 12 days after my period starts. We never know when we'll have to sleep in separate beds or place a vase with a single rose between us on the dinner table as evidence of our separation.
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