⚠️ uh oh, reads like a girl-boss rat ✨🐀💍💋✨

aka since it obviously wasn’t work, what the fuck were y’all doing???

—

💭🔮✨

what a woman
not enmeshed with my husband
would have done
as a fucking professional—

⚠️⚠️🐀⚠️⚠️

the fucking baseline expectation
from any reasonable, adept
(fucking married💍💋✨)
✨professional woman
in that position:

🪄✨🏰🧚‍♀️🦄🌈

✦ “your wife’s due in a few months? let’s get you set up to work from home.”
✦ “most people Zoom in. you don’t need to be here all day. take care of your family.”
✦ “she’s the one funding this? let’s schedule a follow-up family financial meeting.”
✦ “you live over an hour away? let’s save you the drive. let’s make it function for you both.”
✦ “we can unquestionably just check in remotely—literally no need for constant in-office one-on-ones.”

…
nah
but,
what i got?

✨🐀✨

she saw me visibly pregnant,
knew i was funding the whole thing,
my entire pregnancy—
and said: 😈💭

✦ 🐀 “i think you should come in.
✦ 🐀 every day.
✦ 🐀 all week.
✦ 🐀 no production?
✦ 🐀 no fucking problem.
✦ 🐀 sit here. with me.” ✨

💋

but babe,
after taking every
single detail
of the spouse’s equity
and monthly budget??—
taking notes on the fact
✨hubby has:
nothing but increasing fucking debt??

ok.
✨💵💋🐍

but then?
miss early 30’s “senior advisor”??
fucking poof. ✨😐😶😶‍🌫️🫥✨

um. 🐀?

so…
for six months…
unpaid…
because…she…asked?

✦ he commuted 2.5 hours daily
✦ showed up 5 days a week
✦ answered constant communications
✦ shared consistent 1 on 1 space
✦ received ritual—yet completely unproductive—direction

but…
wait,
practically same fucking job,
only ~30 min away??
but fucking
salaried??
a few months later??

⚠️🐀

…
babe!
he’s like—
wait…
nah,
for money?
with a laptop?
absolutely fucking not—
this shit is wack, bro.
”she’s controlling me!”
and fucking quits.

✨🐀💍💋✨