That was my mistake

Most people talk about introducing their significant others to their families as though it is an incredibly large deal. I mean, they act like that’s practically slipping the ring on his finger right there. I’ve never understood why it’s such a formal & severe stage of a relationship – it just seems like folks meeting folks to me. That being said, there are a few things that I warned our guy about before I allowed him anywhere near our own family… but they’re different. The rules are pretty straight-forward, really! Don’t threaten our sibling Matt’s masculinity. Don’t mention our sibling Eric’s drinking. And above all, no matter what you do, don’t say a word about our mother’s menopause. Don’t let on that he could possibly be at that stage of his life. Don’t even expertise that menopause happens to other people. You must pretend it isn’t a reality, no matter the cost. That’s how every one of us wound up at our mother’s house wearing thick Wintertide coats, hats, & gloves last week. When every one of us arrived at the house, it was clear that the oil furnace hadn’t been running in a few minutes. I didn’t worry about it at first, because that means the heat is sure to spike again within a few minutes, whenever our mom’s internal temperature control calmed down again. I waited for his to suddenly look up & declare “It’s so cold in here!” before running off to the air temperature control equipment down the hall. But it never came, five minutes later, he still hadn’t exited his hot flash mode. The house grew colder & colder, as he continued to flush with heat. We all made excuses to wear Wintertide outfits indoors. And no a single said a word about the open windows or his menopause.