My menopausal wife Kathy thrashes around most nights on gel packs in a heat fuelled delirium, bandaged up with a gel headband strip like a kamikaze on a doomed mission.

Through self-preservation and at her suggestion that one of us survive this living hell called menopause, she bids me farewell with the arm that doesn’t have rigor mortis held permanently aloft spraying mist from a water bottle point-blank at her face and I retreat from the marital bed to the spare bedroom, alone with my thoughts. This then is my monologue blog.


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  1. wiltdidit says:

    Poor her! Though u made me laugh, is that wrong? 🙂


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