Can we talk about Nightbitch?

I was, by choice and good fortune, a SAHM of 3 kids. But, wow, this movie (didn’t read the book) gave me all the feels. From the clueless husband to the loss of sense of self. I cried for the last 45 min, and then sobbed for a good hour after. My husband watched the last half with me, and then we had a very uncomfortable conversation (on his end) after that. It was the minimum of everything I’ve tried to tell him over the last 20 years. I think he’s finally getting it a little bit.

I know we have some choice over the paths we take. I chose my path. Not sure I would make the same decision now. Actually, I probably wouldn’t. But to see it portrayed on film in a way that clued him in a bit was invaluable. Got some more stuff to talk about in therapy now.