It was bad enough the first time...the hormonal roller coaster, the mood swings, the insomnia, the sweats, the very weird dreams.  Now I have to go thru it again???  My scary smart, compser/singer/shrink professor not-so-better-half  husband, is there now and it is Sooooo not a pretty sight.  

OK, I  was not an earth goddess to live with when I went through 'the change' (what an apt name) but men, and from what I gather, LOTS of men - turn into spousezillas.  This is probably the ONLY thing my Mother never warned me about.  Mr. smarty, NEVER partied hearty, main dude in residence for the past 34 years has been abducted by male menopause aliens.  I don't really need 'The Replacement" model.

Pass the Valium, Vicodan or whatever it takes to not care - oh that's right - the frickin state has stripped us of that once dependable option.  I need help. I need advice from survivors (and I know that this has killed off a lot more than have survived). 

I think I just validated my own point that marriage is a useless institution until you are past all this crap!

Pax in D Minor!