Men in Menopause
There was lady at the old bloggster (she is here now) who had a blog named “There are No Men in Menopause†and I have wanted for awhile now to argue that point.
There are Men in Menopause. I was-is one. We are the long suffering mates, the biters of tongues trying to hide behind a newspaper.
We are the ones driving the car in mid December with the windows down and the AC on because you are hot.
We get to come home at night and ask “Hi honey-how was your day?†Fearing you may have killed the postman.
I have come home to find my mate with something all over her face dressed in sweatpants and a tee shirt and have her ask me “do you still find me sexy?†There is no right answer.
Have you ever had to explain why the love or you life is standing in Kroger’s is holding a 5# bag of ice to her chest like it is her first born? I have.
Or why she crying while holding a box of Pampers?
I once picked her up at the store only to have her tell me it was my fault. I quickly agreed- rolled down the windows, turned on the AC and drove her home. To this day I have no idea what I did. But before I went to bed I did count the kitchen knives .
Yes my dear there are men in menopause. We are just to dam afraid to say anything.