Neska especially frets when I have my period. He doesn’t like it because it causes me pain and makes me tired. He tends to me carefully and even cuts up fruit for me when I don’t want to get out of bed. The next month, my period doesn’t come and I’m worried I’m pregnant. “Not pregnant. I’ve stopped the cycle for you,” is what Neska says when I ask. “I didn’t like that it harmed you.” It didn’t harm me, but I can’t say I miss it. I’ve no desire to be a mother and being rid of a week of cramps and bloody discharge? It might be the greatest gift they’ve given me yet.
Where are the men that take away periods ??! I need me one of these asap
