Baby You Can Drive My Car

Menopause took my license

Photo by Giorgio Trovato on Unsplash

I have a driver. This is an unfortunate midlife development, born of necessity and luckily available in the form of my retired husband, who loves to drive. Today, he is driving me to acupuncture, where I will ask why I can’t drive. It’s an absurd situation and I have not accepted it with grace. Midlife has taken my keys, relegated me to passenger — it’s humiliating. I’m hoping…