Today’s AL.com column gives a review of my year as a menopausal newlywed. See how Sweetums rates. The link below takes you to the full column on AL.com.
A year ago, I married my Sweetums, partly because he’s as weird as I am but mostly because he knows exactly what to say to a menopausal bride – which is “You have a beautiful glow when you’re hot flashing” – and when to say it – at least 15 times a day … and then twice more.
As I’m sure people of both genders can imagine, it’s not easy being a menopausal bride. On the flip side, it’s probably not easy marrying one, but generally I’m very sweet and easy to get along with … everyone says so. At least to my face.
Preparing for the wedding itself was interesting, by which I mean emotionally crippling. I decided to wear a traditional gown, mainly because I like wearing shiny stuff on my head. I figured if I wore my usual middle-age mom attire of khaki capris and white orthopedic shoes, the tiara would seem like overkill.
I think any woman over 35 and a certain number of pounds can agree with me that there is nothing more painful than trying on wedding gowns next to a 20-something, stick-figure bride-to-be. (Some of you may be saying, “What about childbirth?” But with childbirth at least you get a baby out of the deal. In this scenario, I only came home with sweat and humiliation.) Click to read the full column, and review of Sweetums, on AL.com.