Okay, so I'm spinning.
Being nice has always been my superpower. I'm a Basic Normal in a big family full of even bigger personalities and nice is like, my thing.
And the point is, it works. Or it did until today. I had it all, from the cute house to the super hot husband to the fun job. Life was blissfully drama-free.
Was. Past tense.
Nice just ... isn't cutting it anymore.
Everything's falling apart! My perfect husband's got a love child (still having trouble believing this, tbh, but it sure seems like it), which means I'm probably going to end up homeless, so I'm staying at a fancy hotel I can't afford, and I'm pretty sure my Russian esthetician just tried to recruit me into a cult.
Oh man. What is happening?