My Husband Teased Me in Front of His Friends After a Difficult Childbirth – Then His Oldest Friend Stood Up and Did Something Nobody in That Room Expected

Because I deserved to live without constant fear.

So I bought a package.

Plain.

Thin.

Hidden beneath towels in the bathroom cabinet.

Richard was the only person who knew.

At first, he acted sympathetic.

He even said,

“Don’t worry about it.”

Then weeks passed.

His sympathy became jokes.

Little comments.

Nothing cruel enough to start a fight.

At least that was what I told myself.

If I sneezed, he would grin.

“Uh-oh.”

If I laughed too hard, he would tap the couch cushion and say,

“Still dry?”

Sometimes he whispered it.

Sometimes he said it in front of the children.

They were too young to understand.

I understood.

I asked him to stop.

More than once.

He always gave the same answer.

“Relax.”

“I’m kidding.”

“You know I love you.”

That sentence became his shield.

I love you.

Therefore humiliation was harmless.

I wanted to believe that too.

Richard had always been funny.

That was one of the first things I loved about him.

He could make an entire dinner table laugh.

He could imitate our neighbors.

Tell stories.

Turn disasters into jokes.

When we met, I loved being around that energy.

But after the babies were born, something changed.

The jokes started pointing at me.