About four years ago, when I was in my late 30s I thought I was going through early menopause. I was pretty worried. I didn't know what impact it would have on my health, I had all these awful symptoms - cycles changing, moods erratic, hair falling out, waking at night soaking with sweat - it was worrying.
So I went to my GP who took blood tests and asked me if my mum had gone through early menopause. I knew she had but didn't know the details so I asked her the next time I visited. I told her I thought it was happening to me, and how worried I was about what it might mean for my health.
"Well whatever you do", she whispered to me, "don't tell your husband".
"What, why? Of course I'll tell my life partner, I am worried about my health, I need to talk through options, I need his support. That's part of the point of having a life partner".
She shook her head. "Believe me, men hate to hear about their partners having the menopause, it makes them feel old and they can't bear to feel old. Keep it secret if you want to keep hold of him, my girl".
Of course I walked off shaking my head, of course I did. And I thanked my lucky stars that I didn't live in an age where I had to do maintain some crappy veneer of youthful perfection in order to keep a man who didn't deserve to be kept. Fucking hell though, maybe she was right.
In the end though, it turns out my bloods were normal and I didn't have early menopause at all. I had depression and severe anxiety caused by living in the awful, oppressive atmosphere created by my husband of the time who, among other things, was seething with resentment because ultimately he wanted me to be someone else. And all that depression and anxiety rather fabulously lifted when I made him leave and he moved in with his girlfriend (who, incidentally, really is now going through early menopause).
Anyway, I'm getting married next week to someone whose relationship goal is for us to be old and grey together. Either he's a man with maturity and integrity, untouched by bullshit evolutionary psychology theories, or he's a perv who fancies geriatrics. I'm fine with either, tbh.