So we've hear about IBS (Irritable Bowel Syndrome). Not something welcome in everyday conversation, but real, nonetheless.
IMS (Irritable Male Syndrome) is a lot like IBS. Both involve a backlog of shit.
IMS is a clinical, proven condition--except to those 50+ males! Its is described as the volatile mood swings of a syndrome that can wreak havoc with a man's closest relationships
Maybe I'm a lot like that group of men who suddenly are faced with a wife in menopause. I'm shocked by their behavior, confused as to what has become of my mate, and wondering just how f-ing long this is going to continue!
It makes life interesting, to say the least.
This man--who used to hang on my every word, who used to accompany me everywhere and kiss my hand repeatedly--has taken on a Jackie Gleason mystique and takes great pleasure in antiquated "ball and chain" jokes.
Conversation has become a series of grunts and eye rolling.
Who is this man and what has he done with that man I married?
I gave him this little token not too long ago:
I was hoping he'd understand how emotions can flow. I started menopause about five years ago. I'd like to think I am through. I think I am--but I'm not taking anything for granted.
This is the area we refer to as the "man cave."
This is where you will find him 90% of his time at home. He talks on his ham radio to his old fart friends and surfs the internet--primarily Ebay and YouTube.
I'll be glad when this phase passes--I miss him.