Menopause
My partner just told me that he read a really good book on menopause and suggested that I read it too. He thought it might be helpful. I don’t understand why he felt that was necessary, after all, DO I LOOK LIKE I HAVE A PROBLEM?
I didn’t think so.
The truth of the matter is that my menopause was actually done and over with years before I met him. What he thinks is a temporary hormonally induced aberration is actually the real me. Oh well. Full disclosure is for amateurs and people who appear on the Oprah show. That’s what I say.
And WHAT’S WRONG WITH OCCASIONALLY YELLING ANYWAY? It sets up a vibration in the body which purifies and encourages healing.
Wait a minute. Never mind. I was confusing yelling with Yoga chanting.
But it was very sweet of him to care enough about me and our relationship to actually research the subject. I will indeed go to the library and check the book out. It will work perfectly as a giant coaster for my tea when I’m stretched out on the sofa bitching on the phone.
Daphne Woll Shapiro
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