My poor Father...

My mom didn't get a chance to talk to me about becoming a woman. I guess she figured she had more time but as it turned out she didn't. I was 11 and on a Ski Trip with my Dad, a couple of his friends and their sons. I felt kind of funny so I made a trip to the restroom and sure enough, there it was, my first period. I had no idea what was happening to me and I got up the courage to tell my Dad, (away from all the boys my age of course.) I'll never forget the look on his face when I told him. I mean, I had no idea what it was and was starting to freak out. He gave me some money to go get what I needed out of the machine in the bathroom and promised me that I was going to be ok and everything would be explained to me soon but for now I needed to go take care of my business and be a big girl for him so that the boys wouldn't ask too many questions of me. When we got back to his friend's house I found that my Dad had mentioned something to him and they got me extra supplies from his wife's cupboard and as soon as she got home, she gave me the talk. Soon after that my mother called to check on me and when I told her she sounded really sad and said "Yeah, Steph told me. I'm sorry honey, I thought I still had time to tell you." I'm going to do everything I can to make sure that when I have daughters of my own they don't have to get the talk from some other man's wife for sure. Haha.