It was the work situation, a busy schedule, or “something else,” but no, it couldn’t possibly be menopause.
The four of us were on a weekend getaway, catching up, dining out, and going for walks. One of us had to leave the cottage early on Sunday morning. The night before, our friend Suus asked, “Can you wake me up on time? I’d like to say goodbye to Monique before she leaves.”
The next morning, we forgot. When Suus woke up and realised Monique had already left, she was furious with us. Not just mildly upset—she screamed at us for a good fifteen minutes, ending in a massive crying fit. “It’s menopause,” she sobbed. “Lately, I get angry at everything and everyone, and I just don’t feel like myself anymore.”




