Every Saturday morning, I hit the gym with my friend. And every Saturday morning… I complained about my marriage like it was part of the workout plan. That vent-and-vino combo felt like peanut butter & jelly: automatic, comforting, and just what I thought I needed. The truth? Pairing complaints with Chardonnay didn’t move me forward. It kept me stuck in the victim-blame trap, numbed out in co-dependency, and living just above baseline. In this episode, I get raw about: ✨ Why compl...
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