There’s not a woman alive who hasn’t overestimated the power of a tampon, towel or cup.
There you are, crossing your legs on the bus hoping that your sanitary product will hold until you get home when the flood gates burst open and a little pool of blood begins to form on your pastel jeans.
What the hell are you supposed to do? You can’t pass the stain off as a cut or a wound because it’s very much in the vagina entrance spot. And yes, people can see it and will notice.
And to make life that little more unbearable, you’re not wearing anything that could cover it up.
So when one mum found that she was leaking, she was probably thanking every saint in heaven that she was with a pal who was wearing a jacket which could be wrapped around her waist.
Except…the ‘mate’ refused to lend it to her because it was expensive.
Now, no one wants period blood on a lovely suede jacket – that’s understood. But walking around with a blood stain on your arse is possibly the most cringe thing that can ever happen to a woman.
Anyway, the two pals have now fallen out over the situation.
Writing on Mumsnet, Bloody Mum (as we’ll call her) said that they were in Weatherspoon’s one weekend evening when she realised that she’d leaked on her beige trousers.
‘I was not due until four days later so didn’t expect this at all and no bodily warning signs no cramping,’ she wrote.
‘Anyway, we sat down in one of the booths, and my friend was wearing a red dress with a jacket AND bought her coat.
‘I quickly told my friend that I just leaked and my crotch was now bright red (the shame) and could I please use her jacket to just tie around my waist casually just to get home to change/wash.
‘She said NO!’
The reason? The mate said she’d paid too much money for it and didn’t want it to be ruined. And Bloody Mum had to walk out of Wetherspoon’s with ‘red all in between my legs – it was A LOT of blood’.
Now, you’d think that 99% of woman would die inside just imagining the situation. Of all the places for river to break its banks.
And most Mumsnet users seem to agree that the ‘friend’ was an absolute tosser.
‘You shouldn’t have had to ask her – she should’ve offered,’ writes one mum.
‘A real friend would have tried to spare you any further embarrassment – at the very least accepted your offer to clean any marks left on the borrowed item.’
Another said that her own pal had been in a similar situation in a club and she went an ordered a blackcurrant rum ‘came back, started pretending to fight with her, then throw it over her lap…she was so grateful’. And then the pair left.