How she works
Four steps from “just one more text” to actually over it.
No contact. She holds the line.
You tell her the rule when you’re thinking clearly. She holds it at 1am when you’re not, checking in at the exact hour you usually cave, before your thumb finds his name.
The “i miss him” spiral, flagged.
She clocks when it hits: the lonely Sunday, the two glasses in, the song. She steps in before the text with a reason and a distraction, not a lecture.
The reasons, in your own words.
On day one you tell her why you left. When you’re romanticizing him at midnight, she hands your own words back, so past-you talks sense into present-you.
The proof you moved on.
End of the month she shows the month: days no contact, texts not sent, the nights you chose yourself instead. The clean break you couldn’t keep alone.