Are You There, God? It’s Me, Post-Menopausal Margaret
Forgive me, Mother, for I have sinned
5 min readMay 9
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We need to have a talk, g.
At the naïve age of twelve, I begged and pleaded for this menstrual monstrosity. You knew what I was in for more than I did, god. I just wanted to fit in with my friends. I received the lesson you served me like a splash of cold water across my face. Never…