Those words changed everything in an instant.
As the days passed, I watched our sons avoid her when she wasn’t feeling her best, acting unsure of how to behave around her. It was clear they didn’t understand what she was experiencing. But instead of asking questions, they responded with distance.
The turning point came one evening when my husband, trying to “solve the awkwardness,” suggested our daughter stay in her room until her cycle ended so the boys wouldn’t feel uneasy.
She heard every word.
That night, she sat on her bed in silence. When I checked on her, her eyes were red. She wasn’t upset because of any discomfort—she was hurt because she’d been made to feel unwelcome in her own home during a time when she needed encouragement and security.
