I kinda had a similar arc before I came to my senses. Radio show, political career in D.C. churning red meat. In my case, I grew up suuuuuuper religious, got into politics, found I was really good at it, and that was intoxicating in multiple ways and I chased it in the name of “look, I’m successful, my name is out there, people respect me” until it was eventually the source of all of my value/self-worth, identity, etc… Not to mention the source of my paychecks and what my entire resume was increasingly built around. You get locked in after some point.
Really though. Make sure she takes more than recommended because her sister-in-law and wife both bail and go to bed, and she takes both their portions because “it’s not doing anything.” Once she starts crying, you should notice it doesn’t stop. For awhiiiiiile. That means it worked.
I kinda had a similar arc before I came to my senses. Radio show, political career in D.C. churning red meat. In my case, I grew up suuuuuuper religious, got into politics, found I was really good at it, and that was intoxicating in multiple ways and I chased it in the name of “look, I’m successful, my name is out there, people respect me” until it was eventually the source of all of my value/self-worth, identity, etc… Not to mention the source of my paychecks and what my entire resume was increasingly built around. You get locked in after some point.
So maybe something like that.
How did you get to your senses?
It’s a long story, but the tldr is trying mushrooms in Amsterdam.
You heard it boys! Loomer + shrooms = world peace. Let’s get on it.
Really though. Make sure she takes more than recommended because her sister-in-law and wife both bail and go to bed, and she takes both their portions because “it’s not doing anything.” Once she starts crying, you should notice it doesn’t stop. For awhiiiiiile. That means it worked.