RELATIONSHIP RESURRECTION: FULL BOOK (Guide)

The dangerous couples guide to saving your relationship, make them fall in love again, fixing the dead bedroom, rekindling attraction, and making her or him obsessed with you again. Full book.

NOTHING LIKE THIS HAS EVER BEEN WRITTEN

You used to be dangerous together.

Cars. Bathrooms. Kitchens. Beaches. Tables. Floor.

You fucked like the world was ending and neither of you cared because the ending would’ve been worth it.

Sexting each other during work meetings knowing the other one would read it and lose their mind.

Holding hands falling asleep so tight you woke up with numb fingers and stupid smiles.

Waiters looked away.

Friends stopped inviting you to dinner because whatever was happening between you two made everyone else feel like they were watching something they shouldn’t see.

Remember what that felt like?

Her skin tasted like the meaning of life.

His hands felt like the answer to every question she’d been afraid to ask.

The sex was so insane you thought you might actually die and you didn’t care because dying inside that feeling would’ve been a better life than most people’s best fucking Day.

The world was sharper louder more alive like someone cranked the color on reality to max and everything was vibrating and beautiful and terrifying and you were so fucking happy it felt illegal.

Like you stole it.

That wasn’t just a phase or some happy fuckin hormones. Definitely wasn’t whatever lie your married friends told you to make themselves feel better about sleeping in separate beds because “he snores.”

That was love with the safety off doing 120 with your hand between your legs and the world outside the windshield looking like God painted it five minutes ago just for you two idiots who were too busy full up drunk and high on each other to notice you were invincible.

You didn’t lose it You fucking BURIED it.

Under sweatpants and “what do you want for dinner” asked in the same dead voice for 600 consecutive nights while you both stared at separate screens like cellmates who forgot they volunteered for this sentence.

Under comfort and predictability and the slow soul eating erosion of doing the exact same thing every day until the most dangerous beautiful holy person you ever touched became wallpaper. Beige. Cold. Peeling.

HOW IS YOUR FAVORITE HOBBY TOGETHER WATCHING TV.

This modern age is trying to kill your relationship. And it’s winning.

This instagram posting downwards dog demon possessed backwards bent world WANTS you unhappy. Wants you medicated. Wants you in couples therapy talking about your attachment style to some nodding cardigan wearing fat bitch named Dr. Sarah who charges $300 an hour to teach you to “hold space for each other’s feelings” while your relationship bleeds out on the floor and nobody in that room has the balls to say the obvious thing which is that you don’t need a therapist you need to fuck your girl like you mean it and she needs to stop punishing you for being a man and you both need to put down the phones and remember what it felt like when the world was just background noise to whatever was happening between you two.

Every institution on this planet makes money when your love dies.

Think about it. Divorce lawyers. Therapists. Dating apps. Pharmaceutical companies selling antidepressants to women who used to shake when their man walked in the room and now feel nothing but happiness or fuckworse nothingness when he walks out of it.

The entire machine runs on your emptiness.You need to shock the system and I am here to do just that.

A man and a woman truly in love are the most dangerous force on this earth. They can take this world by the throat and never let go until the world grants them a brighter sun, wilder nights, feelings of such intense euphoria no drug compares or holds a torch to.

Drugs don’t even interest the truly in love. They ARE the drug.

They make the temperature change. They make other couples nauseous. They make single people furious. They make God smile like a proud father watching his favorite experiment succeed. Adam and Eve in the Garden of Life.

And THAT is exactly why this devil princed up world wants you numb and separate and scrolling alone at midnight instead of tangled up in each other like two people who found the meaning of life between the sheets and couldn’t stop going back for more.

This is not a communication workbook. This is not a self help book for men who jerk off in the shower because asking her feels like filing a request with hr. This is for women who’ve spent more on vibrators this year than their man has spent on giving a single fuck about the girl who gave him her whole life and got sad eyes and missionary in return.

This is a resurrection manual. For couples who used to be dangerous and forgot. For the ones who still have the fire buried underneath the bullshit and just need someone reckless enough to dig it out and light the match.

I almost lost this. Daisy sleeping ten feet away from our balcony in Oahu. And I felt the distance creeping in. Not because I stopped loving her. Because I stopped DOING.

One night she said something so quiet I tasted metal in my mouth. I’m not telling you what. Not for free. That sentence detonated something inside me and I built this guide in the blast crater.

What I tell you in this guide will bleach the film off your eyes. You won’t see any couple the same after this. People will ask you what happened. Your eyes will burn brighter. Her skin will glow. His hair will thicken just off the pure life force energy of a man in love with a woman who admires him, who wants him, who chose him again after watching him choose her first. You will walk through the world like two people who found something everybody else forgot existed.

His chapters will make her sick. Good. She needs to see what she built. Every correction. Every eye roll. Every “you never” that trained the wolf out of him until he became a neutered apologetic sexless house cat she’s now disgusted by. She built that. She needs to see the blueprints.

Her chapters will make him want to put his fist through the wall. Good. He needs to see what his laziness did. What his gut did. What treating the love of his life like a subscription he forgot to cancel did to the woman who used to tremble when he touched her. He built that. He needs to see the body.

Every chapter ends with an APPLICATION SECTION. Not theory or sappy fucking boring nothing happens journaling. Not “reflect on how that made you feel” bullshit. Actions. Shit you do TODAY. Things that will make your human look at you sideways and think “what the fuck happened to them” and THAT confusion, that beautiful terrifying electric confusion, is the first spark of the fire coming back to life.

WARNING: THIS IS NOT FOR THE FEIGNT OF HEART

He reads his half. She reads hers. They meet in the middle.

There’s another life behind a door you’ve both been too comfortable to open. Nah fuck that. Kick the fucking door off its hinges. Grab her hand. Grab his hand. Alice dive together into something so alive the first six months look like a trailer for the real movie.

This is for couples who refuse to die quiet. Who’d rather burn together than rot apart. Who remember what they had and want it back so badly they can taste it in their own mouth right now reading this.

Fuck this world. Build your own. Live in it.

Come join Daisy and I in Paradise from where you are. We are waiting for you. The sun is brighter here. Everything is Golden.

FULL CHAPTER OUTLINE (Exclusive to Paid Subscribers)

PART 1: HIS RESURRECTION (For The Men)

Chapter 1: THE FIRST 72 HOURS // Shock Her System Three days of pattern breaks that make her look at you like a stranger walked in wearing her mans skin. Fear and desire share a bed. Always have. Application section at end of chapter.

Chapter 2: KILL THE ROUTINE BEFORE IT KILLS YOU You turned your love life into a factory shift and she clocked out. This chapter is the bomb you plant underneath the schedule. Application section at end of chapter.

Chapter 3: BECOME THE MAN FROM MONTH ONE 15 things you stopped doing. The protocol to restart every one this week. Not next month you lazy fuck. This week. Application section at end of chapter.

Chapter 4: THE PHYSICAL RESURRECTION You became the man she hands laundry to. The 30 day overhaul that makes her do a double take in her own kitchen. Application section at end of chapter.

Chapter 5: FUCK HER LIKE YOU JUST MET HER

You went from “I can’t wait to get you home” to reaching for her at 11 PM like she’s a vending machine. Explicit. Not for the faint of heart or the weak of stroke. Application section at end of chapter. (Longest Chapter) (;

CHAPTER 5.5: THE DARK ARTS // KEEPING THE TENSION ALIVE AFTER THE HONEYMOON DIES

PART 2: HER RESURRECTION (For The Women)

Chapter 6: STOP PUNISHING HIM FOR TRYING You corrected the wolf until he became a house cat and now you’re disgusted by the purring. The 30 day protocol that gives him permission to be dangerous again. Application section at end of chapter.

Chapter 7: BE THE WOMAN HE COMES HOME TO, NOT THE WOMAN HE COMES HOME FROM He’s in the parking lot with the engine off because your house is louder than his job. Application section at end of chapter.

Chapter 8: COOK THE MEAL. WEAR THE DRESS. CHOOSE HIM. The three truths that made the internet lose its mind. Women screaming in the comments and secretly knowing every word was right. This is the how. Application section at end of chapter.

Chapter 9: GIVE HIM THE SILENCE HE’S BEEN BEGGING FOR The number one male fantasy isn’t a threesome. It’s five minutes where nobody needs a thing from him. Application section at end of chapter.

Chapter 10: WANT HIM AGAIN You stopped wanting him and started permitting him. He can feel the difference. He’s always felt it. Application section at end of chapter.

PART 3: THE RESURRECTION TOGETHER

Chapter 11: THE 30 DAY PROTOCOL His tasks. Her tasks. Day by Day. So specific you can’t hide. So tactical your relationship won’t recognize itself by day 15. Application section at end of chapter.

Chapter 12: THE VOW // A Letter To Each Other A declaration. I include letter to Daisy. The most devastating honest thing I’ve ever put on paper. You’ll write yours by the end and you’ll both cry and that’s the point. Application section at end of chapter.

APPENDICES

Appendix A: THE 15 THINGS HE STOPPED DOING

Appendix B: THE 15 THINGS SHE STOPPED DOING

Appendix C: THE DATE NIGHT BLUEPRINT // 12 Dates That Aren’t Dinner And A Movie

Appendix D: THE ARGUMENT PROTOCOL // How To Fight Without Killing What You’re Trying To Save

(THERE ARE APPLICATION SECTIONS AT THE END OF EVERY CHAPTER)

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