Someone, somewhere out there has your number on speed dial.
“Multiple orgasms” becomes “endless gossip”.
I’ve been on both sides: as the user, and the loved one staging an intervention. To quote a maxim I often heard at AA, relapse is part of recovery.
The stereotype that all women have a ride-or-die crew just isn't true.
Adopt a casual relationship to laundry. Maintain a fuzzy, antagonistic relationship with rules. Do only what you absolutely must to scrape by.
"I got brunch with like 15 women to start—all from Bumble BFF. We matched and kept inviting other girls we matched with."
We want to say yes to every invite, but you can feel drained from more than drinking several DIY Faux Lokos.
Do a little matchmaking. Spring for corny souvenirs. Have a massive birthday party for everyone who missed theirs.