{"id":6707,"date":"2026-02-04T09:38:46","date_gmt":"2026-02-04T09:38:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/oldagedhumor.com\/?p=6707"},"modified":"2026-02-04T09:38:46","modified_gmt":"2026-02-04T09:38:46","slug":"my-husband-turned-my-menopause-into-a-joke-until-someone-else-finally-put-a-stop-to-it","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/oldagedhumor.com\/?p=6707","title":{"rendered":"My Husband Turned My Menopause Into a Joke \u2014 Until Someone Else Finally Put a Stop to It"},"content":{"rendered":"

My name is Irene. I’m 52 years old, and for most of my adult life, I’ve been married to Rick.<\/p>\n

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For 27 years, we’ve shared space, bills, and slowly shrinking dignity.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Rick, my husband, is a salesman.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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…we’ve shared space, bills, and slowly shrinking dignity.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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He’s charming to outsiders, full of punchlines and pats on the back. Rick is the kind of man who likes to hold court in the center of a conversation. And lately, his favorite topic has been me.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Or more specifically, my menopause.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Don’t get me wrong, being menopausal didn’t mean I expected pity or special treatment.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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But I also didn’t expect my own husband to turn it into a punchline.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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And lately, his favorite topic has been me.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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It started innocently enough as “jokes,” as he called them.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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A smirk when I opened the freezer and leaned into the cold.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“Careful, don’t trigger a hot flash!”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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He’d say, elbowing me with a grin.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Then came the forgetfulness. I once lost my car keys and heard him mutter, “Menopause brain strikes again!” He’d chuckle as if that softened the blow. Or if I didn’t remember something, he’d say, “She forgot again \u2014 blame the hormones,” and laugh.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Like that made it okay.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Then came the forgetfulness.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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At first, it was just at home. Then it crept into dinners with friends, family barbecues, and neighborhood gatherings. I was mortified!<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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He always said them as if they were just part of his humor, but they weren’t funny. Not to me.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Not when every word chipped away at something inside me.<\/p>\n

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But I learned to smile through it while shrinking inside.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I would grin and count my breaths until I could excuse myself to the bathroom. There I stared into the mirror, wondering how much more of this I could take.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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If you know, you know.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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But I learned to smile through it while shrinking inside.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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Then came the night everything shifted.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Rick invited his boss, David, over for dinner \u2014 just him, no other seniors.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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It was the big one. The night that, in Rick’s words, would “seal the deal” for the promotion he’d been chasing for more than a year. I wasn’t consulted, of course, just told.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“Be on your best behavior,” my husband said while fixing his hair in the mirror.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“Try to look nice. And PLEASE don’t get emotional.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Then came the night everything shifted.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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I obediently cooked the meal and set the table.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I even wore a dress I hadn’t touched in years.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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When dinner began, Rick turned on his showman mode. He was loud, animated, and charming.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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He gladly interrupted me mid-sentence to talk over me as if I wasn’t even there. He openly corrected my comments with smug little flourishes.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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And David? He was polite, but quiet and observant.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I obediently cooked the meal and set the table.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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I noticed the way his eyes lingered when my husband spoke over me, the tightness in his jaw.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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At one point, I stood up to adjust the thermostat. Rick laughed!<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“Sorry about that,” he said to David casually. “She’s going through THE CHANGE. Menopause. Temperature issues.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I froze! The words hit harder than any slap. I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole!<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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But David didn’t laugh. He just watched, blinked, and then looked away.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“She’s going through THE CHANGE.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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I sat down, heart hammering, pretending I hadn’t just been reduced to a punchline in my own home.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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The rest of the night blurred.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I vaguely remember clearing plates, skipping dessert, and watching Rick boast about himself as if I didn’t exist \u2014 or was just part of the furniture.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Later, when the door closed behind David, Rick turned to me, practically glowing.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“See? NAILED IT. Promotion’s finally happening!”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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I went to bed without a word. I lay there in the dark, staring at the ceiling, feeling like a complete joke and a ghost in my own life.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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The rest of the night blurred.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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That same night, I heard Rick on a phone call downstairs, speaking in hushed tones. The call was late at night, and he was strangely speaking in coded phrases, making sudden schedule changes to his work.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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The next morning, I woke up to my phone ringing. It was an unknown number.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I almost let it ring, but something made me answer.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“Hi,” a man’s voice said calmly. “This is David. Rick’s boss from last night.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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My stomach dropped.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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It was an unknown number.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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“I’m calling you privately,” he continued. “Your husband shouldn’t know. I’m sorry for calling you like this, but I got your details from his work information.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Luckily, Rick had already left for work, I assumed.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I sat up in bed. My hands trembled.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“I saw everything,” he said. “And the way he treated you… that was unacceptable.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I couldn’t speak.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Then he said, real quiet, “I have an idea about how to teach him a lesson. If you are keen, please hear me out.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I sat up in bed. My hands trembled.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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That’s when I found my voice. “I already have an idea. I was actually thinking last night that I’ve had enough. I just didn’t know what to do. Until now.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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We agreed to talk again. Privately.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I had always been in the background to Rick’s spotlight, but for the first time, someone had seen me \u2014 really seen me.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I started really paying attention.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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We agreed to talk again. Privately.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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Rick’s late-night calls. I also noticed that his calendar had odd entries: “consult” at 9 p.m., “client touch base” on a Saturday. None of these matched the “promotion meetings” he claimed to attend.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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One night, I overheard him on the phone, pacing the backyard.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“I’ll handle it. Just keep the figures out of that report. I’ll smooth it over.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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That wasn’t a man chasing a promotion. That was one covering his tracks!<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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So one day, I lied to him about going to the store.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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None of these matched the “promotion meetings” he claimed to attend.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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Instead, I followed him.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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He met a woman in a navy suit at a quiet caf\u00e9. They talked intensely. Papers exchanged hands. It was obvious that he wasn’t cheating. It looked more like a meeting. Maybe an interview?<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Something strange was definitely happening with my husband.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I documented everything and brought it to David. We met in a coffee shop on the other side of town.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“He’s not being honest with me,” I said, sliding the photos and phone recordings across the table.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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He met a woman in a navy suit at a quiet caf\u00e9.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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David looked at the images and sighed. “I suspected something. He’s been\u2026 inconsistent, over-promising and under-delivering. There’s talk. I wanted to promote him. But I started noticing things that didn’t add up \u2014 and now I know why. Maybe that’s why he’s going for interviews \u2014 he knows he might not get the promotion and could lose his job.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“Why lie to me?” I asked.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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David looked at me. “He’s scared. Scared of failing \u2014 and more scared of admitting it.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“Well,” I said, “I’m more than scared. I’m angry! Instead of taking ownership of his own mess, he’s been making jokes about me!”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“Why lie to me?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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David gave me access.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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He gave me the documents and the timelines. Rick had been padding hours, logging meetings that didn’t exist, trying to make his sales look bigger than they were. He was all smoke and mirrors!<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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At home, Rick sensed the change in me. He tried being sweet.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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My husband, who thought my menopause was a joke, suddenly started giving me compliments and small gifts. I wasn’t stupid or blind anymore, so I didn’t bite.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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That’s when he turned cruel again.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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He gave me the documents and the timelines.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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At a BBQ the following weekend, I was grabbing a drink when Rick, already two beers in, clapped his buddy on the back and said, “Watch out, she’ll bite your head off. Menopause rage.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I turned and faced him. “It’s impressive how secure you are \u2014 mocking the one person keeping your secrets.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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He laughed. But I saw the flicker in his eyes.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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When David and I finally had enough evidence, we set the trap.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“Watch out, she’ll bite your head off.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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David invited Rick to what he thought was a private dinner with a senior executive. He didn’t know I’d be there \u2014 or that David had called in a compliance officer from human resources (HR).<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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When Rick arrived, he looked confused to see me.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I smiled politely. “Nice to see you, Rick.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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David didn’t waste time. He placed a folder on the table.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“Rick, I really wanted to promote you. But I started noticing things that didn’t add up \u2014 and now I know why. We’ve reviewed your performance. Your time sheets, your client reports. There are inconsistencies. Conflicts of interest.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“Nice to see you, Rick.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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My husband blinked, then laughed. “Are you letting my wife poison you?”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I leaned forward. “You did that yourself.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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He stammered, argued, and claimed there were misunderstandings. David stayed calm. The HR representative remained silent but alert.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Rick wasn’t fired, but he was demoted. Quietly.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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The company knew how to handle its own.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“Are you letting my wife poison you?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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At home, Rick exploded!<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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He screamed at me about betrayal. I didn’t engage.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Because I had begun divorce proceedings after David showed me the lies Rick was keeping. I used the documents to strengthen my case against him.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“You’ve made fun of me for years,” I told him. “I just finally listened.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I moved out two weeks later.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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At home, Rick exploded!<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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I found a quiet apartment with soft yellow walls and morning sun that poured through the windows. The silence was unfamiliar at first, but peaceful.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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A week later, David showed up. We’d stayed in contact after I told him I was divorcing Rick and had moved out.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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He brought tea in a thermos \u2014 no expectations, just company.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“I’ve never met someone who took back their power with such grace,” he said as we sat on my little balcony.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I smiled. “I didn’t know I had it. Not until someone reminded me.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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He brought tea in a thermos \u2014 no expectations, just company.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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We talked for hours \u2014 about books, travel, work, and everything that Rick never had the patience for.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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When he left that evening, he didn’t ask to see me again, but I knew he would. And I knew I’d say yes!<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Months passed. I picked up a part-time job at the local bookstore. I started seeing old friends.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I laughed again \u2014 real, full laughter that reached my eyes!<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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And I knew I’d say yes!<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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One afternoon, Rick sent a message.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“You made your point. Hope you’re happy.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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I stared at it, then deleted it without responding.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I said yes!<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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We sat side by side on the grass. The music floated around us.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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