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She turns on the lamp on the side table. That night, Dan comes home with a diaper genie, a tall, white kitchen garbage can featuring a lid activated by a foot pedal. Anne remembers what it was like to have a body that she controlled.
The compassionate thing to do is humor him until it passes. Online, she finds an opening at a salon looking for a receptionist. What difference would it make? That night, she grills the salmon for dinner, and Dan blends his portion into a smoothie of his own. He is forty-nine years old and has never had any incontinence issues, or s of incipient senility.
She picks out a shirt with a deep v-neck and form-fitting jeans to wear, along with a pair of high-heeled wedge sandals. For almost two decades, this month had a specific feel to it that has been programmed into her body. At least then what was taken from her could be put to further use. His only response is a shrug before he retreats to their bedroom to change out of his work clothes. The scare had turned out to be nothing more than a fibroid, a mass of tissue growing in her uterus and enveloping her ovaries.
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If only they could go back in time. His father, however, died five months earlier, not long after suffering a super-nova stroke that obliterated a large section of his brain. She was a receptionist for a local performing arts theater, a salesperson at a gardening center, and a volunteer at the animal rescue society.
Do you want another blanket? Shall I close the curtains for you? With a doubtful smile, Yvonne begins her work and Anne relaxes. A hysterectomy had taken care of it all. Several large, pink clusters of flowers drape over the arbor. There are waxings, facials, pedicures and manicures, plus hair dying, cutting, and styling.
She turns over to look at her sleeping husband. There are power plants that burn garbage to create energy. Her wet hair is combed away from her face, and the harsh lights make her look like an older, exhausted version of herself.
Surely a salon would give its employees discounts. The next day, long after Dan has left for work, Anne showers and dresses for her a. He pours the gloppy peach mess into a bowl then sits down to eat it with a napkin tied around his neck. Even with only the dim moonlight to brighten their bedroom, Anne can see the tufts of gray intruding like weeds among the dark brown hairs on his chest.
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What was it Dan said when he planted it? He shrugs. The man behind the fish counter grins at her as he hands her the salmon she selected, and Anne smiles gratefully back. Once, she would have stroked his arm and woken him, and he would have rolled over regardless of the time, easily persuaded to take care of her needs. Something edgier, more mature, more current—all words and phrases Yvonne has at one time or another conjured up to convince Anne to allow her to work her cutting magic.
There had been a charge for medical waste disposal on the hospital bill the insurance company sent them after her surgery.
A time when her body was still intact and compliant. But despite all her efforts to shore her outside, to put up a good front, she sees the gutted whole fish on display behind the glass, thinks of the long scar that bisects her abdomen, and imagines her own flesh pulled apart to reveal an empty abdominal cavity. She studies the climbing rose Dan planted six years ago on their twenty-fifth anniversary. She wonders now what they did with these useless bits and pieces of her.
But it ignores her, a defiant child far out of her reach and testing the limits of what it can get away with. For Anne, her marriage has always been like the Halloween candy Nicole hid under her bed as : a secret pleasure she keeps to herself.
She imagines turning on a light in her house and this being made possible by her uterus. She wonders if their son Dennis does these things for his girlfriend, or if her daughter Nicole expects them from the men she dates.
Now, every job feels as impermanent as the summer. They are never things she can see herself doing for the rest of her life.
It had felt lush then, a thing capable of giving and receiving pleasure. Anne stretches out her arms and legs, distancing herself from her body, in order to create as much surface area as possible to allow the surrounding air to cool her. On her way home, she stops at the supermarket to pick up a few ingredients she needs for dinner. She heard somewhere that forty is the new thirty, which makes her 38, a good age to be a woman.
Should she talk to somebody about Dan? And telling her friends is out of the question. After dinner, Dan settles into his office to catch up on work while Anne takes a copy of Self magazine into the family room.
Dan Sr. His nourishment was dumped directly into his stomach through a plastic umbilical cord attached to an upside-down bottle at the head of his bed. Her cat, Ginny, and a radio tuned to a classical music station keep her company. After applying for several other jobs online, she spends the rest of her day reorganizing her kitchen cabinets and doing laundry.
If only she could put up posters in the neighborhood asking for help to find her missing libido. It includes tips on how the woman regained her pre-pregnancy figure. Later, in the kitchen, Anne gazes out of the large bay window above the sink as she sips her coffee. She endures the thorough lathering and conditioning, her neck jammed down onto the black porcelain sink.
Anne even started wearing low-cut shirts and push-up bras.
“midlife crisis” by angie pelekidis
Japanese beetle season is finally over, giving the rose a chance to make its final blooming effort before it goes dormant for the winter. No, most people are too squeamish for that. Sometime after midnight, a night sweat wakes her from a deep sleep and she scolds her hypothalamus.
Were they incinerated? Not like just after the surgery, when Anne felt as spayed as their cat. Other than that it would mean cutting off another part of her.
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He hoped it would grow as strong as their love had over the years. How about some TV? In bed, Anne watches Dan pull on his trousers over an adult diaper, so unlike the bulky ones she used twenty-plus years ago when her son and daughter were infants. No matter how hard she digs in her heels, nothing will stop her forward momentum. She makes a smoothie for lunch, one enhanced with flax seeds and other omega-3 fatty acids to keep her heart healthy. They would love to hear something as embarrassing as that, but she would never betray her husband.
She re an article on an actress who has recently given birth. At the salon, she is greeted by the staff and her hairstylist, Yvonne, with an insincere warmth she expects. Not that she and Dan need the extra money, but her grooming habits add up by the end of the month. She recently read an anti-aging book that claimed blueberries and salmon are the key to looking younger and living longer.
But she could not imagine raising a newborn at their age. Could they also use human parts that were otherwise going to waste? Her monthly visits to the salon ensure not a single strand of gray shows among the brown waves, and the roots are never allowed to betray her age. She opens it and the smell of sour milk and formula rises to her nose, but there is no accompanying memory triggered by the scent. It had taken her a few moments to realize this meant the disposal of her uterus, ovaries, fallopian tubes, and even the fibroid mass.
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Back in the summer of I was home along for the weekend as my family went to the cottage and I had to work.
Summary: Coming home with his first box of Pampers, Mike is stopped by his neighbor and wets his pants while talking to her.
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