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Menopause, Mood Swings, and Rage
A Guide to Knowing When To Run From Me
“I’m Fine”
It starts with a calm, so chilling, even I don’t fully realize what’s coming. I smile tightly. I carry on with my day. When asked, I say I’m fine, but I am not fine.
Oh no.
I am cataloging. I remember every offense. Every single time, someone left a wet towel on the bed. Every time I asked, “Do you need anything from the store?” and was met with silence — only to come home and hear, “Oh, we’re out of coffee.”
“Are You Kidding Me Right Now?”
Without warning, it happens. The rage erupts in a sweeping monologue that covers every possible injustice. The rant starts small — logistical, even. “How hard is it to throw the wrapper IN the trash instead of NEXT to it?” But before I know it, I’ve escalated.
Now, I am addressing systemic failures. “And this is why women are tired! This is why society is broken! This is why I have not known peace since 1997!”
Key phrases:
- “Oh, for the love of GOD.”
- “Do I have to do EVERYTHING around here?”
- “I am one second away from getting arrested.”
