Couples therapy? Twice. Both times we left feeling closer - but nothing changed.
Date nights? We did the sitter, the restaurant, the whole production.
And I spent the entire dinner performing a woman who was looking forward to the drive home.
The lingerie I bought? Worn once. It’s still in the bag it came in.
The supplements? I self-diagnosed on Reddit and ordered ashwagandha, maca, three kinds of magnesium and a book about seed cycling.
That cost me around $200, and I had no way to tell whether any single one of them was doing anything.
Eventually I made peace with it. I decided this was the trade you make for a life with two kids and a mortgage.