And they’re not cucks, P-whipped, punks or bums who aren’t real men. They’re what you call partners.

It’s really not normal that you’re afraid to talk to your husband. And I keep saying “not normal” but I actually lowkey think there’s a lot of dysfunction in that house. A level of dysfunction that if we were privy to it we’d all be appalled. I kept thinking of Nicole Kidman’s role in Big Little Lies. (But obviously…

*slow clap* WORD. She’s so busy being Cool Girl that she doesn’t realize who her husband actually is. It comes off that she married dude simply because he asked, and she wasn’t getting younger.

Not for nothing, but this really made me appreciate that my husband just “gets” stuff like this. When I’m out of the house, I don’t have to ask him to do anything because he just knows it needs to be done. I went to dinner with a friend the other day and came home to a completely clean home, the kids bathed and…

I personally wouldn’t limit her. I think she’s a neurotic perfectionist hag who is also annoying.