Most people talk about introducing their significant others to their families as though it is an incredibly big deal. I mean, they act like that’s practically slipping the ring on her finger right there. I’ve never understood why it’s such a formal as well as dire period 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 easy, really! Don’t threaten our brother Matt’s masculinity. Don’t mention our brother 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 she could possibly be at that period of her life. Don’t even acknowledge that menopause happens to other people. You must pretend it isn’t a reality, no matter the cost. That’s how all of us wound up at our mother’s house wearing thick Wintertime coats, hats, as well as gloves last week. When all of us arrived at the house, it was clear that the oil furnace hadn’t been running in a few hours. I didn’t worry about it at first, because that means the heat is sure to spike again within a few hours, whenever our mom’s internal temperature control calmed down again. I waited for her to abruptly look up as well as declare “It’s so cold in here!” before running off to the air temperature control component down the hall. But it never came. Five hours later, she still hadn’t exited her sizzling flash mode. The house grew colder as well as colder, as she continued to flush with heat. Both of us all made excuses to wear Wintertime outfits indoors. And no 1 said a word about the open windows or her menopause.
October 20, 2020
October 20, 2020