Glennon Doyle

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.

Okay, because it wasn't the first moment like this.

We'd had many moments that led up to the list moment.

Okay.

And she was like, where has my wife gone?

And so the next morning, I made an emergency appointment with my doctor and said, I'm not waiting for your freaking hormone tests.

I need something, do something.

Do something that will make my family not leave me.