"When your husband says he’ll do it with you… then orders pizza"
A post I shared inside of our Hot Spot within my private Goal Body Academy + made public on my Substack.
You weren’t asking for a grand romantic gesture.
You were asking for backup and support.
The kind where you don’t have to be the only adult in the room making a decision that serves Future You while everyone else is living like it’s spring break.
So when he said, “Babe, I’ll do it with you,” you let yourself exhale. You thought: Okay. This time won’t feel so lonely.
And then it’s Wednesday. You’ve been in back-to-back meetings, your bra has been annoying you since 9am, the kids are feral, you haven’t peed alone once, and your brain is running on fumes.
You open the fridge like it’s going to offer emotional support.
And right as you’re about to pull out the plan you made (the chicken you prepped, the salad kit, the rice you actually measured like a woman who keeps promises)…
He walks in and says the words that instantly make your eye twitch..."
