Hey, love. Picture this. It’s 11 PM, the kids are asleep, and you’re typing your whole relationship into ChatGPT. Every text, every date, every “wait, what did he mean by that?” Then you hit enter and ask the question you’re scared to ask out loud: should I break up with him?
A client of mine did exactly that. (I’ve changed the details to protect her privacy, but the heart of this is true.) Two months in, he still hadn’t said “I love you.” He hadn’t introduced her to his kids. He wanted to take it slow, and after the men she’d dated before, slow felt a lot like rejection. ChatGPT told her he might be emotionally unavailable. She felt SO validated, and she walked into our session ready to end it that week.
What ChatGPT couldn’t see was everything else. He called when he said he’d call. He planned the dates. He never once left her guessing where she stood. The men who said “I love you” by week three were the same ones who vanished by month three, and this one was pacing it like a grown man who’s serious about blending two families. I asked her what he’d actually done wrong, and she couldn’t name a thing. That’s not a red flag, love. It’s a green flag, and she almost fired him for it.
I use AI every single day to run my business. I have an AI team that drafts my scripts and grades my reels. I would NEVER use it to run my love life. It only hears your side, typed out when you’re hurt or scared, and it’s built to agree with you. In 2025, OpenAI actually rolled back a ChatGPT update because it had gotten too agreeable. Even the people who build it know it loves telling you what you want to hear.
THE PLAY: STOP ASKING CHATGPT
Trusting your own judgment is a skill, and every time you hand it off, you skip the practice. I don’t know about you, but here’s what I do instead:
I watch what he does, not what he types. A text is the weakest evidence you’ll ever get. Does he call when he says he will? Does he show up? That’s the data.
I tell the whole story to someone who’ll argue with me. A coach, or the friend who loves you enough to say “babe, you’re wrong.” ChatGPT will never say that.
I ask what he’s actually done wrong. If I can’t name it, it’s probably my fear talking, not his flag.
I write my own texts. Typos and all. He’s dating me, not ChatGPT, and I want him falling for the woman who shows up on Friday night.
The good ones take it slower, love. ChatGPT can read his texts. It can’t read the man.
If you’ve been pasting his texts into ChatGPT trying to figure out where you stand, grab my free Commitment Decoder. It shows you what a serious man does on dates 1 through 5, so you can stop guessing and start trusting yourself again.
There will be an after this, love, and it’s going to be so good.
Now go run the play!
Love, ac