The idea of spending an evening watching sports, making small talk about… well, I don’t even know what you talk about, probably sports, and enduring the constant barrage of casual misogyny is my personal definition of hell. No, thank you. I value my sanity, and frankly, my eardrums.

This leads me to the core of what I want to share: moving on isn’t just about forgetting someone. It’s about creating a new space for yourself, a space free from the toxicity of the past.