It had been a long while since I moved in with someone long term, this after a series of successfully ended relationships and stints. So I was really shook with how nonchalant my new chic was when she was on her menses.

Man, am no rookie dealing with the rollercoaster ride of mood swings, cravings, ovulation hornies. But there is a general sense of implied secrecy that ananyesha!! like you wouldn't stumble on bloodied tissue floating in the loo or used pads neatly folded but left on the toilet window. Or generally sharing how much blood is lost in the whole horror movie.

Now I love this woman but there are things I believe require personal discretion - I would still like to believe my chic doesn't poop, fart or that my favourite body part gets bloody for 5days every month.