I’m not lucky to be married to a man who serves me – this is the standard
I decided not to apologise.
And I decided I wasn’t lucky – to be a woman married to a man who dotes on me.
Who serves me.
Who worships me.
Who asks every day, “Can I…😏 on you?”
Who looks me in the eye and says, “I love you unconditionally.”
I chose not to feel guilty.
Not to downplay it.
Not to pretend this level of devotion is rare or unattainable.
Because after 20 years together, this isn’t unusual.
It’s standard.
My standard.
The standard.
I recognise the commonality of watered-down partnerships.
But I can’t relate to pandering.
To pedestaling.
To pussy-footing around your truth so your partner stays comfortable while you silently writhe in sacrifice, subservience, and unmet needs.
Especially when you’re this smart.
This talented.
This driven.
Especially when you, Lauren are the full f*cking package.
That isn’t equity.
Equity is choosing a relationship with an equal – One who knows that what’s right for everyone doesn’t have to look the same for everyone.
It’s a union with nimble roles.
With evolving devotion.
Where power is shared, not feared.
And when it comes to speaking about that?
I know it’s on me.
Because there are still millions of women in the dark about what’s truly available inside a consensual relationship – especially one with a man.
When I began as a sex therapist in 2012, I honestly thought I’d be out of a job by now. That emotional fluency and erotic maturity would be our baseline.
But the work?
It’s only just beginning.
That’s why I’ll keep speaking.
Not to shrink the truth so another woman feels safe staying small…
…but to exalt what’s possible.
To model what an exceptional relationship feels like so she can turn to her long-term partner and say:
“I don’t want fine anymore.
I don’t want just-OK anymore.
I want the full fucking spectrum of love, respect, and desire that’s available to us… if we choose it.”
Because this?
This isn’t a reward for your success, your achievements, or your financial status.
It’s the origin point.
Of your worth.
Of your radiance.
Of your unapologetic knowing that you get to want more than what was role-modelled to you…
...And have it.
Because what lives beyond your nervous system working overtime just to feel okay – to maintain the supposed peace with your partner – is a quiet void where you never feel truly successful.
Deep down you know without safety, devotion, and turn-on…
No success satisfies.
No amount of money feels like enough.
No “win” actually lands in your body.
Safety. Devotion. Turn-on.
They’re not luxuries.
They’re your energetic infrastructure.
And when your relationship finally meets you there?
You don’t just rise.
You reign.
So you get:
The relationship that feels like fire.
The bedroom that makes you melt.
And the bank account that reflects it all.
That’s exactly what we activate inside my one-month private container.
This is for the woman who wants to feel it all, have it all, and never settle again.
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