My husband turned my menopause into a running joke — at home, with friends, and even in public. But when he invited his boss over for a high-stakes dinner, he had no idea the evening would become a turning point — not just for his career, but for our entire marriage.
My name is Irene. I am 52 years old, and for most of my adult life, I have been married to Rick.
For 27 years, we’ve shared space, bills, and slowly shrinking dignity.
Rick, my husband, is a salesman.
He’s charming to outsiders, full of punchlines and pats on the back.
Rick is the kind of man who likes to hold court in the center of a conversation. And lately, his favorite topic has been me.
Or more specifically, my menopause.
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