The problem with being on your own is that there is nobody in your corner fighting for you. No matter how good and close you are to friends and family, at the end of the day they all have their own worries and their own agendas and you are left fighting your own battles. I think this menopause malarkey is so much harder when you live on your own. Not just the menopause problems but any problem at all is so much harder. I know it is a choice I have made (no husband, no kids) but even so I sometimes yearn for someone to pat me on the head, tell me it will be alright and shoulder some of the burden just for a little while.
Am I being maudlin' - yes, probably. Will I feel different tomorrow - yes, possibly. Will it change things - no.
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