Thank you ladies. It's such a huge comfort knowing that you get it.
I feel very alone at the moment. None of my friends are going through this, and none have even been divorced.
One of my closest friends (the one who told me she doesn't want to know about perimenopause) said, when I told her I was engaged, the very first thing she said to me was 'you'll have been married twice and I haven't even been married once'.
I didn't say anything as a reply. But I did want to say to her that I am 10 years older than her and when she was just leaving school I was planning my first wedding at 28.
She did apologise a few days afterwards.
She does genuinely forget that I'm a good bit older than her. Most people don't realise. I really look like I'm in my mid 30s, and I do get patronised occasionally by people who I know are my own age. It came up quite naturally in conversation the other day she we were working together, and she asked how old I was (she knows how old I am) and I said 49 and she was shocked.
Anyway, I've got my mum's amazing genes to thank for a lot of it, and my super healthy lifestyle.
But yeah, your comments also made me laugh. Seriously, the stuff that has gone though my head in the past 24 hours: I'd end up homeless, my fiancé would turn out to prefer men, I'd end up hugely overweight.
I mean, they're obviously some sort of super deep seated worries on my part (we were homeless for a year when I was 10 years old, I was never the 'woman' enough for my xh who had affairs with much, much younger women, one of whom he has had two children with, and I'm terrified of putting on weight).
I sound like such a gas, don't I? Everyone would just love to have a super highly strung pal that can't cope with normal life, wouldn't they?
I'm going to the gym again tonight. Another 45 minute run. Hopefully this horrible feeling will bottom out at some point.