A few months after my last major breakup, I found myself sitting at a quiet neighborhood bistro in Brooklyn on a Friday evening. Across from me was a kind, smart person who was genuinely interested in hearing about my...

A few years ago, I convinced myself I was in the ideal relationship. On paper, we checked every modern dating box: shared aesthetic weekend brunches, witty banter over shared Spotify playlists, and mutual career ambitions. Yet every Sunday evening, around the...