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Stop being a good girl.

Here's the real reason you keep picking men who drain you, and honestly it used to take me a year and a half to see a man for who he actually is. These days it takes me about a week and a half.

The sessionSunday 6 September · 19:00 Dubai · 16:00 London · 11:00 New York · two hours, live

It's free, your camera stays off, and nobody in the room sees your name.

Straight from my inbox

I get these every day. Different cities, same fucking letter.

He drained all my finances and made me help him. He was a good liar and he smiled in my face.

I don't want to shrink myself to find someone, but I struggle to meet a man on my level.

Why do I seek validation when I know I have a successful business and no baggage?

I left a 21-year relationship. Nearly 40, five kids, no money. Starting over with nothing.

I'm 49 and I just got dumped by the man I thought was the love of my life.

Dubai · Kuwait · Sydney · Cape Town · London

Read this first

You're not too much. And you're not broken.

You're running the same pattern on loop, and you picked it up long before he ever texted you. The good news is that once you actually see it, you can't unsee it. And this story doesn't really start with him, it starts with a girl who was taught that love has to be earned.

For me it came down to one sentence

I put a man at the center of my universe.

A man doesn't fill your life, he adds to it, and filling it up is your own job. Until you do that, you'll just keep picking men who can't do it for you either.

Who's running this

I'm not a coach — what I have is four years of getting it wrong.

Four years with a man who was my best friend, eight years younger, and who never wanted kids, and back then neither did I. Two months in I got pregnant anyway, and he told me he wasn't ready. Then I miscarried and I decided the whole thing was a sign, when it was honestly a warning that I chose to hear as a blessing. I did that to myself.

Look, if you sleep with a woman you know there's a chance she gets pregnant, and that's arithmetic, not romance.

Four more yearsEvery six months I'd ask when we were getting married, and every six months he was still planning it.

Then eighteen monthsHe ran and told me he couldn't come back, and then he kept coming back anyway. Once a month he'd surface, tell me I was the love of his life, and disappear again.

I tried everythingI read every book I could find, I dragged myself to the gym, and at three in the morning I was talking to ChatGPT about a man who wouldn't marry me.

Nobody knewThree days without getting out of bed, and then I'd put myself together, do my face, and walk into work laughing.

Dozens of people saw me every single day and nobody said a word. Then a client walked in, a woman I barely knew, looked at my face for maybe thirty seconds and said: you need a psychiatrist. So I went, and he gave the thing a name, and that was pretty much where the help stopped. They told me what was wrong with me, but nobody told me how to get through tomorrow morning when he texts that he misses me. So I built the rest myself, two years of it, piece by piece, with no map.

I'm still in therapy, I still smoke, and I still fuck up on a regular basis, so let's not pretend I'm “fixed.” I'm just not stuck anymore.

The only number that matters

A year and a half. Versus a week and a half.

After therapy I met a man who behaved exactly like my ex, and the old me would have burned a year, maybe eighteen months, trying to work him out. This time it took a week and a half, and then I told him to go fuck himself. I don't think I got colder, I just finally started seeing what was right in front of me.

Want the short version of what took me two years?

Sunday 6 September · 19:00 Dubai · free

Two hours

Here is exactly what we'll do.

See it

The type of man you keep reaching for, and where you learned to reach for him in the first place. And by the way, your anxiety isn't some defect — it's radar, and it just keeps firing at the wrong men.

Own it

One sentence you can actually send him this week, word for word, with no speech around it and no “sorry” at the end of it.

Live it

He didn't text, so he isn't interested, so he isn't my man — sounds simple enough, and it still took me a year and a half. Somewhere around month twelve my brain had quietly deleted all the bad parts and kept only the good ones, which is your own memory playing for the other team. I'll show you what I do about that now.

Plus, for the women who are actually in the room: Bring His Last Text. You paste his last message into the chat with your name hidden, and I read it out and tell you what I'd send back.

I'm not his mother anymore. I get to be a girl again.

Here's why the live one is worth your evening.

I answer you directly

You type your question, I read it out and answer it there and then. I've been doing exactly this in my DMs for free for a month now, so we may as well do it in real time.

The last twenty minutes are live only

We do Bring His Last Text: you drop his last message into the chat anonymously, I read it out and hand you back the line I'd send. None of that goes into the recording, and I can't email it to you afterwards.

You won’t be alone for two hours

This is the part I genuinely can't record for you. You'll type one sentence about your own situation, and then watch how many other women type "me too".

And the honest part Yes, there's a recording and it stays up for 48 hours, because I'm not going to lie to you to get you into the room. The chat, the unedited answers and the last twenty minutes only happen once though. And if you're in Sydney or Singapore and the time is brutal, sign up anyway and watch the replay — you'll still have it for two days.

The room

There are 120,000 of us now. A month ago there were 10,000.

I didn't change my face. I just stopped being polite.

Before you ask

I don't have the time

It's two hours of one evening, and you can put your headphones in and do the dishes while you listen if that's what it takes. I'd honestly rather have you half-listening than not there at all.

I've read all this before

So had I — every book I could find, the gym, my friends, ChatGPT at three in the morning, and none of it moved anything. It wasn't for lack of trying, because I was trying like hell. It didn't work because I was still building my entire life around him.

I'm 47, so isn't it too late for me?

The women in this room are anywhere from 27 to 55, and one of them wrote to me last week about starting over at 52 after a 21-year relationship. It isn't too late for you, you've just run out of years you can afford to waste.

Are you going to sell me something?

Fair question, so let's be adults about it. At the end I'll mention something paid, and you can ignore it completely and still keep the whole two hours. Nothing gets held back for the women who buy, and I'd rather tell you that now than surprise you at minute sixty.

Is this some kind of therapy?

No, and I'm not a doctor either, so I won't sit here pretending to be one. All of this is my own experience and what I built for myself out of it. If you're in crisis, please talk to a professional — I did, and it saved my life.

Will anyone see me or hear my name?

No — camera off, microphone off, and you can sit there with your name hidden and ask me anything anonymously.

Is it really free, or is there a catch?

Yes, genuinely free, no card and no catch — I just need an email so I can send you the link.

WhenSunday 6 September

Your time19:00 Dubai

How longTwo hours, Q&A included

WhereZoom, link by email

CameraOff, always

LanguageEnglish, and blunt

Recording48 hours

Look where polite got you.

You've spent years being good and easy and understanding, and you can see for yourself how that has worked out so far. So give me one Sunday evening.

Sunday 6 September · 19:00 Dubai · free · camera off