My MIL accused me of leaving used pads at her place. When I said it wasn’t mine — I use tampons — she snapped, “Well, it’s not mine. Next time, take them with you!” When I told my husband about it, he went completely pale and stared at the floor like the air had been knocked out of him.
I thought he’d brush it off, maybe laugh awkwardly and suggest I ignore her. But he didn’t. Instead, he looked like he’d just seen a ghost. “What’s wrong?” I asked him. He shook his head and said, “That doesn’t make sense.”
