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She was far from her old self. As happy as she was with everything in her life; Angella was physically and mentally feeling the drain of other worries coming her way. Strands of grey hair starting to show up more frequently as her skin began to get dry all the time to and she had a fairly large size bottle of lotion in her purse at all times. Not to mention her now ever change waistline. She had gone up at least a dress size or two in the past six months and it was showing in her hips now. She had to go out and buy larger clothes—much to her dismay. She only had a few more flexible pants—typically something she would wear on her period; something that she hasn’t had in a long time. She wasn’t pregnant that’s for sure. At 46; that would be a joke and the only person she had been sexual with was Adora and despite that girl liking to herself self “Daddy” in the bedroom—she was incapable of impregnating her. The only thing that could come to Angella’s mind was.
Oh no.
Menopause.
The day started as usual. She woke up first—now feeling as if she slept in a pool of sweat—gross! And Adora laid soundly asleep next to her. Well, not so soundly as she was lightly snoring. Something she would often too when she was in a deep sleep. She had commented that Angella is a quiet sleeper; which made Angella pleased to know this.
She went off to the bathroom they shared to shower and get ready for the day. She heard a light knock on the bathroom door.
“Babe? Mind if I pee?” Adora asked.
Angella was still getting used to how blunt and how little boundaries Adora had. Her and Catra claimed to have lived like a sister, but Angella and Glimmer have concluded they lived more like barn mates than anything.
“Yes, go ahead”
She heard the shuffled of Adora coming into the bathroom and the sound of her starting her stream of urine now blended in with the sound of the shower water running.
She never liked it when Micah peed around her. Something about it felt dirty. Adora and he share the equal levels of “No fucks given” when it came to this sort of thing. She turned the shower off and opened the curtain slightly to see Adora was still on the toilet.
She was a bit startled by this.
“I’m not pooping I’m just waiting for you” Adora assured her.
Angella raised a brow “I can assure you I won’t drown in the shower, dear”
She looked to her towel hanging on the back of the door and Adora back on the toilet. As charmingly domestic as this was. She didn’t like stepping out wet and nude in front of Adora like this, especially after feeling so bloated. But she swallowed her pride and left the confines of her shower to retrieve her towel. Uneasy to have her backside revealed to Adora’s always wondering eyes.
She was caught off guard by the lusty purr that came from the blonde girl.
“Mmmm, Angie. You should invite me to shower with you next time” She flirted.
Angella rolled her eyes and suppressed a bashful smile “Oh? And why is that?”
Adora giggled “Because you're so hot! We need to do make a day where we don’t wear any clothes,”
Angella exited the bathroom.
“We’ll add that to our list of things, okay dear?”
“Kay,”
She left the bathroom with a smile on her face. Adora was always quick to flatter her. She made her feel young and pretty all the time. She was just as romantically over the top as Micah was. She would go as far as to leave little love notes around the house when Glimmer isn’t around.
As cute as all her romantic gestures were. She did feel she was lacking in being romantic. She was always reserved in her loving affections, but now it has become more withdrawn. Adora must be picking up on this and has been overly affectionate lately.
Sex has been out of the picture for at least three weeks and she knows Adora has been feeling it. She was a horny girl and Angella felt guilty for not fulfilling her sexual needs. Happy thoughts of how sweet Adora can be was now ruined with the realization she was being unfair to her.
Again.
She left for work. No courtroom today, but just a lot of casework preparation. Adora had to work late too and she has been on the job search for an internship in her major. The two had been more apart lately and Angella felt guilty enjoyed the space.
Adora, on the other hand, was uneasy with Angella’s lack of interest. She wished she could talk to Catra about this—but she was off working for another lawyer on the east side of town and was barely around now. She was starting to miss her, but Catra couldn’t help but tell her “Look! See? It sucks when someone ditches you, doesn’t it?” To which Adora would reply “That was in high school, Catra”
With her somewhat lost venting companion she wished she could turn to Glimmer or Bow on this matter, but both of them were off-limits. She wouldn’t dare talk to Glimmer about this matter. She knew Glimmer accepted the relationship but wasn’t so keen on knowing details. She needed to talk to someone and luck; Adam was over while Glimmer was getting off work.
The two sat on the couch and vented about life. Adam had some worries about Glimmer’s prudence and lack to try new things. He came into several hurdles with Glimmer as he informed Adora.
“I try and be romantic; flowers, dates, grand romantic gestures and she acts annoyed—then I do sexual advances and she’s all like, Adam! Stop I’m on my period that’s gross, Waah, I mean c’ mon. I met her at a strip club, she can’t be that much of a prude. I still have the dollar she gave me when she placed in my G-string”
Adora chuckled “I see where she gets it from. I try with Angella all the time to try new things and all I get is—No Adora, I won’t put that one! No Adora, our ceiling can’t support a swing, blah, blah, blah”
The two sighed in defeat.
Adam commented, “We love women, who don’t get us, huh?”
“Guess not……”
Adora was unaware of Angella’s worries. She knew Angella was, and she means this with love “Very moody” worse than Glimmer on any day of the week, but she was still fond of her. Her infatuation and love for her have only grown since moving in. As an older woman, Angella had knowledge and wisdom that Adora desperately needed and advice that was helpful to her. It wasn’t a mommy kink at this point or an imbalance of who was more dominant or in charge; they had a real relationship—one with disagreements, talking to each other about work and doing mundane chores together. It made the feel more whole. They did stuff with Glimmer too, as long as they didn’t act “too couple-ish” Glimmer didn’t mind.
But now Angella was becoming more distant and she’s been talking more to the other lawyer; Roger a lot more. What're that guys deal anyways?
Adora got home after everyone else did. She expected it to be a quiet Monday night but was startled to hear the yelling from the kitchen. Glimmer and Angella were upset with each other.
She heard Glimmer’s voice-first “Look, all I said was I saw them. I wasn’t making fun of them!”
Angella then slammed something down “Like hell you were! I don’t need you pointing out cosmetic flaws like that to me, Glimma! I would never do that to you!”
“Your acting like it's my fault you’re getting gray hair!”
“It might as well be! Stress causes them! And with your lack of motivation in your Grad program, I have every right to be!”
Glimmer laugh out a fake laugh “Oh, so now we are going after my grad program, right? Is that also why you ant fit into any of your old clothes either?! I guess my GPA makes a woman want a waffle sundae at eleven 0’ freakin clock at night!”
Angella then shouted, “Don’t you dare talk to me like that!”
“Don’t blame me for all your aging pain bullshit!”
“Go to your room!” Angella commanded. She hated when Glimmer acted like this.
Glimmer huffed and through the kitchen doorway “Gladly! It doesn’t reek of old people in my room!”
With that final insult, Angella dashed to the freezer and grabbed the box of frozen waffles Adora bought. Adora had gotten her into her and Catra’s famous waffle sundaes and they have been a guilty pleasure for Angella ever since.
As she left the kitchen, she made her way to stairway oblivious to Adora’s presence in the living room and started to throw waffles at Glimmer like Frisbees as she tried to make it upstairs. Managing to hit her in the shoulder, head, and butt before she made it to the top of the stairway.
“Ow! Mom!? Seriously! This counts as child abuse!”
Angella then yelled back “Go ahead and call the cops! Tell them how a twenty-one-year-old, still sleeps with a night light and failed her driving test three times, lives with her horrid mother who does everything for her!”
A low blow for Angella. She didn’t need to say any of that.
“I can’t wait to move out!” Glimmer yelled before slamming her door.
“That makes two of us!” Angella commented back. She threw down the empty box and stormed back into the kitchen. Adora didn’t want it to look like she had just overheard the entire incident occur, so she quickly crept to the front door again and opened it. Making her presence known to Angella with “I’m home” before walking in and passing the frozen waffles scattered on the stairway.
She walked into the Kitchen and acted innocent. “Angie?” she called.
She saw Angella sitting at the kitchen table. Her hands over her face as she began to breathe heavily.
She was crying. Adora rushed over to see what the matter was.
“Angella? What’s wrong?”
Angella whipped her eyes and looked at Adora. She couldn’t bring herself to muster up any words. How could she explain what just transpired? Glimmer made a slight joke at her expense; teasing her about her having more grey hairs on the back of her head and Angella in her typical temper and posh fashion went off in a rage over it. Telling Glimmer how rude she was and that her stress was liked to her—blaming Glimmer almost for something natural and upsetting her daughter in the process; who is taking after her mother sent the hurtful words and insults back in Angella’s face; causing an argument.
How could she tell Adora she lost her temper in such a childish fashion? She couldn’t bring herself to tell her any of that.
She turned away and let out a small sob “I don’t know what’s wrong with me? I’m so upset all the time—I’m gaining weight, I’m going gray, and I feel like tired and lifeless all the time now,”
Adora extended her arms out for Angella so she can be embraced by her. Angella denied this gesture and stood up.
“I need to clean up the stairway,”
Adora got up and offered “I’ll do it, why don’t you relax upstairs, I’ll be up shortly,”
“I want to sleep alone tonight” A lie if there ever was one. She didn’t want to be alone right now, but she felt like if she was around Adora she would risk being mean to her too.
Adora looked hurt by this but complied. “Okay, I’ll be up later to grab some nightclothes if that’s okay”
Angella couldn’t bring herself to say anything else. She nodded and walked upstairs. Almost stepping on a half thawed-out waffle in the process. Adora cleaned up the stairs and walked past Glimmer’s room—only to be grabbed by the arm and pulled into the Angry young woman’s room.
Glimmer stood in front of Adora with a very familiar look of disdain that Angella would typically give someone. Adora looked nervous and before she could speak first; Glimmer snapped with.
“Do you know what’s wrong with my mom? I’m getting sick of her shit and as much as I love you, Adora. This didn’t all start until YOU moved in,”
Adora let out a gasp of disbelief; Glimmer had no mercy in this matter. It was true. Angella’s mood did start to change with Adora’s arrival to the family home. At first, it was met with nothing but sweet loving gestures a fun. Like, when Adora set off the smoke alarm at 6 am; trying to surprise Angella with breakfast in bed, or almost getting caught having sex in the living room, or stairway, kitchen, or bathroom.
They had a lot of fun while Glimmer was at work……
But the mood changed recently with Angella. She was quicker to anger and becoming emotional. She kept it together in court, but only due to her intense nature made most other lawyers unwilling to dare mess with her.
It bothered Adora to know that Glimmer would blame her for this sudden mood change. But Adora just replied with “You think I’m doing something to upset her?” Adora asked in a hurt tone.
Glimmer snapped out of her attitude and sighed “No, I know you're not doing anything wrong, but—do you know what’s bothering her?”
Adora shook her head “No I don’t but, I’ll talk to her”
And with that Adora was off to the bedroom.
To be polite she knocked before entering.
Angella didn’t reply and Adora opened the door slightly to see she was already in bed with the lights still on. Adora walked over to the shared dresser and took out a pair of shorts and t-shirt and looked over to Angella.
She was pretending to be asleep.
This would be cuter if it wasn’t for the fact she was so upset.
Adora walked over to and kissed her forehead.
Whatever was bothering her made Adora worried.
As she left the room and turned the light off, Angella returned to sobbing in silence. For the first time in years, she had someone to care and love her, but it also terrified her.
If she was starting to finally show her age, wouldn’t Adora leave her? Would she be all that upset? Surely a grown woman can bounce back from a fling with a young girl, right?
Right?