Venus in 8th House Secrets: Unlocking Passion and Personal Growth
So I’ve been diving into this Venus in the 8th house thing lately after my astrology buddy kept nudging me about it. Honestly, at first I was like, “Planet placements affecting deep stuff? Yeah right.” But then weird stuff started happening.
Getting Curious
Last month during tax season, I noticed this pattern where I’d get super intense about splitting bills with my partner. Like tracking every coffee down to the cent. At the same time, our romantic life went from cozy to… let’s just say more passionate than ever. Dug out my birth chart one rainy Tuesday and bam – Venus sitting right there in the 8th house section. Started reading blogs until 3 AM. Felt kinda spooky how much matched up.
Testing Waters
Decided to lean into it. First, made a list of things that freaked me out about vulnerability:
- Sharing bank passwords with my wife
- Talking about wills (morbid, I know)
- Asplain why certain kinks turned me on
Forced myself to try one item weekly. That first joint account discussion? My palms were sweaty for hours. Weirdly though, after spilling guts about money fears over cheap wine, we ended up having the wildest sex of quarantine era. Bodies connect easier when minds do, apparently.
Full Deep Dive
Month two got darker – started journaling every jealousy pang and possession obsession. Wrote down why finding my husband’s ex-girlfriend’s Pinterest bothered me. Realized hidden stuff controls you more when buried. Started therapy too. Doctor made me list all secret shames: That time I shoplifted lipstick at 13, cheating on college boyfriend, abortion paperwork I’ve never shown anyone. Felt like throwing up but damn… weights lifted.
What Changed?
Money stuff got smoother once I admitted wanting control scared me. Stopped micromanaging bills. Bedroom stuff went next-level after admitting kinks out loud – no more “accidentally” leaving certain websites open. Wildest shift? Started actually feeling during fights instead of stonewalling. Cried during an argument last Tuesday. Like messy, snotty sobs. Felt human for the first time in years.
Still unpacking this Venus 8th house gig. Not some magic switch but damn… peeling layers sucks until you realize armor was rusting you from inside out. Wouldn’t call myself “healed” but definitely more alive.