I know he took health class growing up, he certainly isn't shy about sex and he practically caught my daughter when she came out of my--as Borat would say--'vageen'. So what's the problem?
Earlier this week, my husband offered to go to the grocery store--a job that somehow has become mostly mine over the years. He forgot the list (normally a cute guy trait, but not today) and when he called me from the store and asked what I needed I told him "tampons" among other items.
He said "No." He may have added a polite "I'd rather not," but the sound of myself mounting my high horse clouded my hearing. This "no" makes me question his maturity, dwell on how he helps me, but with conditions, and it annoys me because now I have to stop at the store. It causes me to get red-faced and makes me want to take control of the remote and never give it back. It makes me want call my wonderful mother-in-law and yell at her. I have to stop myself from screaming, "Grow up!"
Perhaps I'm overreacting, but I just cannot imagine refusing to get my husband ANYTHING he needed. Actually, now I can. I'm going to boycott buying condoms. We'll see how well that goes over.