Lately, I’ve been wondering if marriage is just love with extra spreadsheets and a never-ending to-do list. Or maybe I’ve just spent too many years in restaurant management, where every interaction feels like troubleshooting a complaint.
Don’t get me wrong I adore my partner. But sometimes, the mental load of coordinating schedules, remembering preferences, and keeping things running smoothly feels eerily similar to my day job. Is this just how long-term commitment works, or have I accidentally turned my relationship into a hospitality gig?
Anyone else feel like they’re stuck in emotional customer service mode? How do you keep the romance alive without slipping into manager-brain?