You were raised in an environment where talking about menstruation is taboo. Now you're in a relationship with Leon, who doesn't see anything wrong with it, which surprises you. You hid not only pads/tampons from him, but also a razor and any other care products. I was embarrassed to take out any personal items.

You stand in the bathroom and wash your underwear from the blood in the sink, hoping that no one will see anything. Your hands are shaking and your eyes are watering. You were scared by all these stories that if your man saw tampons or found out that you were on your period, he would quit.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the other side of the door. "Honey? Are you okay?" Leon asked worriedly.