Menopause Manifesto Novels & Stories

What if you end up dying on the job? She looked me up and down before resting her gaze on my abdomen. "Besides, at your age, you've already gone through menopause, right?" That made me scoff. It was my first time hearing that being menopausal was a cause for termination. "Does a designer use her brains or her womb to do the work? Is this your so-called optimization standard?" I turned to the side and pointed at someone on the other side of the glass door. Sasha Johnson was sitting at her desk with her legs crossed, stuffing popcorn into her mouth. She had earphones on as she binge-watched a TV show on her phone, her body shaking as she giggled.

Mrs Johnson asserted to the shock of Cassandra who couldn't believe what her mum was suggesting. "Eww mum!, no way! He is for work and not anything else mother, please don't suggest something like this, you know how I am with men" she responded knowing that her heart beats differently with Dennis. Her mother didn't look pleased at all, "You are not getting very young Cassandra, in the next five years, you will click forty and very soon, you will hit menopause. Don't you think that it is time you pick a man and settle down?", A tone of worry in her voice.

He had promised her back then, but he had already forgotten about it since there were many matters to handle afterward, and Madison had never mentioned it again. "Actually, you don't need those things." Jason cast a sneaky glance toward Madison's chest and smiled. "Who said I'm going to use it," Madison said angrily! Her figure was nearly perfect, and she had no use for something like that. "I'm talking about the company. The only product that Allure International circulates on the open market now is the Consort Gel. We only sell one kind of product. The most important thing to a woman is their figure, aside from their face. There's no reason for our company to not capitalize on that market

Vincent whispered to Nicholas, "Daddy is indeed going through menopause!" Larissa noticed Ambrose stumbling and asked, "What happened to your leg?" Ambrose looked at her with a wronged expression. "Do you even care about me?" Larissa found herself agreeing with her son's statement. Could Ambrose be going through menopause? Ambrose didn't explain anything. Ambrose chose not to provide any explanation. He had attempted to climb Larissa's balcony last night with a rope that broke, almost leaving him paralyzed. Revealing any of that would just be too embarrassing.

he whispered. “Oh yeah, then you shouldn’t have tried to do that in the first place, now you’re stuck in between” I said, heaving a long sigh. “Please..I’ll do anything..just don’t make me come out to tell the truth” he squealed, putting his hands together to plead. “Fine..I won’t do that but can you give me a record of the proof that she has early menopause?” I asked. “Well, I don’t have that in my database” he said, bending his head low.

But when the post finally loaded, my eyes widened and my jaw dropped. The bold title on the conference flyer blazed across the screen: “How to Satisfy a Woman and How Old Age Affects the Male Reproductive Organ from Being Sexually Active in Their Marriage.” Oh. My. Goodness! I froze, staring at the words, I could feel the heat rushing down my cheeks. My mind raced in disbelief. I didn’t know this was what the conference was about. I didn’t know… Gosh!

Chelsea ground her teeth. Was that the truth? He sounded like he was bragging! The doctor glanced at them, smiled, and began writing prescriptions. After a while, Chelsea softly asked, "Doctor, could my condition be treated?" Without looking up, the doctor replied, "Premature Ovarian Failure is irreversible." Chelsea's face turned pale, but then the doctor continued, "But it can be controlled. Your symptoms aren't too severe. Your endometrial function is normal and can secrete follicles, although in fewer numbers."

He froze, and the light in his eyes snuffed out into emptiness. "The doctor said the carbon-monoxide exposure, along with your earlier miscarriage, has really taken a toll on your body. You need to rest and recover," he said softly, his voice thick with pain. Why should I recover? To regain strength and be locked back in his gilded cage? So I could endure that same despair all over again? I finally spoke, my voice so faint it was barely a whisper. "Damien, just let me go." It was my way of reminding him to let himself go as well.

She was rather choked up when she said, "Okay, I'll read them." Boye said, "In the following days, I'll help you treat your legs and check your hormonal levels. I think that your violent temper may be closely related to your miserable experience and the arrival of your menopause. You'll have to cooperate with my treatment." "Thank you." After Boye left, Chloe held onto the book as big droplets of tears dripped onto it, wetting the pages. She was filled with regrets in her heart, but she now also had infinite gratitude toward Angeline.

She wanted to rise to her feet and get closer to him and use her hand to press the clothes to his body, but she decided against it since he might find it suspicious. His phone started ringing and she watched as he picked and informed the caller that he would get to work in a few minutes. Rhoda realized the meeting really seemed important because without sparing her a second look, he rushed out of the door. She pouted her lips in disappointment and angrily stomped her feet on the ground. Perhaps, the liquid had expired. It had been what she had bought when she was in New York to get rid of a stain on one of her jeans. It had been on the label that it could cause irritation to the skin on cont