The Panties

Every woman has them hidden way back in the drawer. Those ratty, ugly, stained underwear we all put on when it's "that time". As a newly married woman, there are some things I like to keep a bit private from my husband and my Period Panties are one of those things. I make it a point to do my own laundry and I cleverly hide these panties and pull them out when needed.

It's inevitable for certain that at times I'll be wearing a favorite new pair and just like Houdini, my period will magically appear, without alarm or warning. That is how period panties evolve. These undergarments have now lost their sex appeal and are not for public viewing. All ladies have them, but there is not one of us willing to let our husbands know they exist especially those of us still in the honeymoon phase of marriage. The idea of my man knowing of or seeing me in these tattered "drawers" (and by the way, I believe we call them "drawers" because we hide them way in the back of the dresser) really frightens me. He can't imagine his beautiful bride wearing holey, stained britches.

While folding my husband's laundry the other day, I came across three pair of his Hanes that had certainly seen better days. They had been washed so many times the material felt like a Kleenex. The elastic was showing in various places and holes were abundant. My first thought was why does he need to keep these torn up skivvies with all of the other nice, newer pair I've purchased for him? So I ask him.

His response - "I've seen your 'monthlies' why can't I have any"?

My secret is out, the honeymoon is over. Lovely.