Scared of failing — and more scared of admitting it.”
“Well,” I said, “I’m more than scared. I’m angry!”
David gave me access.
He gave me the documents and the timelines. Rick had been padding hours, logging meetings that didn’t exist, trying to make his sales look bigger than they were.
He was all smoke and mirrors!
At home, Rick sensed the change in me. He tried being sweet.
My husband, who thought my menopause was a joke, suddenly started giving me compliments and small gifts. I wasn’t stupid or blind anymore, so I didn’t bite.
That’s when he turned cruel again.
At a BBQ the following weekend, I was grabbing a drink when Rick, already two beers in, clapped his buddy on the back and said, “Watch out, she’ll bite your head off.
Menopause rage.”
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