Yesterday should have been a day like any other: I was working, I had happily consumed two coffees and was enjoying a playlist filled with every single one of Taylor Swift’s biggest hits.
Things were going fine, until I received a text from my husband, who was away travelling for work.
“I’m watching Keeping Up With The Kardashians right now.”
I knew in that moment that my life would never be the same.
Having worked in the celebrity and entertainment sphere for nearly our whole relationship, the Kardashians are no strangers to our marriage. My husband has listened to me cancel plans with friends because Kylie Jenner decided to reveal she’d given birth to baby Stormi in complete secrecy.
He's heard the alarm on my phone go off at the most inconvenient of intervals because it was "time to tune into the episode where Kim talks about being robbed in Paris".
He's even collected my Kylie Jenner lip kit deliveries from the lobby of our apartment building.
But we've never sat and watched an episode of Keeping Up With The Kardashians together. Mostly because he has a tendency to get... obsessed.
Like the time I decided to binge-watch all of Gossip Girl and was told, after three episodes, I was no longer allowed to watch it without him because "I need to know what happens to Serena and Dan".
(Sometimes, out of nowhere, he'll express his disappointment that "Dan was Gossip Girl the entire time".)
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I'd decided that the Kardashian Klan and my husband were two of my passions that I very much wanted to keep separate. I wanted this to be something I could enjoy, by myself. So when I got that text, I froze.