Glennon Doyle

I am so pissed that nobody's helping us with this.

It's like a deep moral injury to me.

I'm like, we hold up the whole sky.

We take, wiped your asses.

We take care of your shit.

We've done, we've carried this whole thing.

And then we get to this time in our life when we actually need medical research, support, ideas, and every, it's just not there.

So I find it infuriating.

Perimenopause hit me really hard, maybe like

four or five months ago and I didn't know what was wrong with me.

I sat Abby down one night with a list of noises she makes with her body.

Page long list of like the noises that happen in the morning, the noises that happen in the afternoon, the coughing noises, the clearing throat noises, the whatever.

And I said to her, we need to negotiate this.

I need you to, Jesus.

I said, I need you to tell me which noises on this list are most important to you.

And it seemed completely logical to me.

It seemed like this is what a wise, loving partner would do, yes, is negotiate the noises.

And then the next morning, I woke up.

I mean, right now, I'm thinking of Abby's face when I was doing this.

And it was heartbreaking.