Tag: relationships
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The Forgotten Ritual There’s a ritual older than spellwork, more cleansing than smoke, and more transformative than any crystal grid or moonlit manifestation. It doesn’t require candles, herbs, or a perfectly timed moon phase. It’s called: “I’m sorry.” And somehow, it’s the one incantation people refuse to cast. Instead, they dodge and deflect. They clarify…
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They say a father is a daughter’s first love. But really, he’s her first case study—her first example, her first unintentional teacher. Long before girls learn equations or phonics, they learn tone. They learn tension. They learn what affection looks like in practice, not theory. They learn how it feels to be prioritized—or quietly placed…
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A Love Letter to My Lingering Linguistic Trauma There are breakups you walk away from with a box of old hoodies, a regret or two, maybe a Spotify playlist you pretend you don’t miss…and then there are the ones that leave you flinching at random words like you’re being hunted by a rogue Scrabble tile.…
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The Double Standard That Won’t Die There’s this weird double standard that slinks into conversations about infidelity like it’s wearing an invisibility cloak.When women cheat—emotionally or physically—it’s betrayal.Drama.A breach of trust.But when men do it emotionally? Suddenly, it’s “harmless,” “just venting,” or “not the same.” Let’s set the record straight:Emotional cheating is still cheating. Even…
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Cracks in the Same Glass Some people fall apart over things you’ve survived a hundred times.That doesn’t make them weak.It makes them human. We all have different emotional thresholds—different “maximum load” signs hanging somewhere deep inside us, whether we know it or not. What barely phases one person might wreck another.What destroys you might roll…
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The Illusion of Shared Memory It’s wild how two people can live through the same exact moment and walk away holding completely different stories.Like some emotional Choose Your Own Adventure—except nobody’s choosing, and everyone’s crying by chapter three. We assume shared experience means shared understanding.But it doesn’t.It just means we stood in the same storm…