Wife Support by Wife Support

Wife Support isn’t a breakup album. It’s a breaking out album, written for the in-between moments, when joy and longing exist in the same breath. It’s for the ones who love deeply but still question everything. The ones who flinch at forever but hope for it anyway.

She’s been here before, just under a different name.
But this time, the songs tell a different story.

This is Wife Support.

The name Wife Support started as a joke. Then it stuck. Then it got real. It’s both an embrace and a question mark. It’s someone who believes in love but wrestles with the weight of an institution that has barely evolved, someone who wakes up next to the person they adore but still feels uneasy about words like husband and forever.

Musically, it wanders, on purpose. Some songs feel like old jazz standards. Some flirt with country. Some spiral like a fever dream. There’s pop, there’s folk, there’s whatever the Freak Out is. Think: Fiona Apple meets Kacey Musgraves at a very confusing dinner party, with Jenny Lewis pouring the wine and St. Vincent texting from the bathroom.​
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There’s no helpline for women who love being in love but feel deeply uneasy about the word “wife.” No late-night infomercial for those who adore their partner but still mourn the version of themselves that existed before they became a packaged deal.

That’s where Wife Support comes in.

And if you need it, you already know why.