“No soap?” My husband asked at 530 a.m. after looking in the linen closet.
Before menopause I would say. “I’ll get it.” and go downstairs and get it. He had to go to work. I didn’t. I could go back to bed. I didnt mind. I felt I was a good wife if I helped him.
After menopause I tell him it’s in the basement and I stay in bed. Call me rude but he is fully capable of going in the basement and getting the soap himself.
If I am out of shampoo I don’t call on him to get it for me. If my shampoo is getting low the next time I am in the basement I bring some upstairs and put it in the closest. I try to buy in bulk so all of our extra items are kept in the basement.
I don’t mind helping if he is in a rush or doesn’t have time, but if he can do it himself I encourage that behavior.
I was awake, but I didn’t want to get up. I was warm and comfy and snuggling with the pup.
Menopause has changed me. I put myself first. I am more in tune with what I want and need and I vocalize it.
And I’m not afraid to stay in bed.
Good for you. That should be a lesson for all of us wives.
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Amen, sista!
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I am going through peri-menopause these days and totally feeling this completely.
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