Too Cheap To Buy Me Pads, Too Eager To Spoil His Coworker

My husband had an obsessive need to control everything.

He micromanaged my entire life, and for his sake, I gave up my career to become a stay-at-home mom.

At the supermarket, I tossed a twenty-dollar box of organic sanitary pads into the cart.

He frowned, snatched it back, and replaced it with a five-dollar generic bulk pack.

"This works just as well."

"Money doesn’t grow on trees right now. We need to save every penny."

That night, while he was in the shower, his phone lit up on the nightstand.

I glanced over and caught a glimpse of a payment notification.