Oct 12, 2022
6 min read
A Crisis of Midlife Crises is Coming
It might even be here already
Last night, I was changing my clothes, and my husband stopped me.
“What happened there?” he said, pointing at my thigh. I looked down to discover an unruly, mottled bruise the size of my palm. My husband joked, “If somebody saw that, I’d get arrested for abuse.”
