The Backup Friend
People really don’t talk enough about the quiet kind of heartbreak. Not the dramatic, throw-your-phone-across-the-room kind. I’m talking about the slow realization kind. The kind that sneaks up on you one random Tuesday night when you’re sitting on your couch, in your pajamas, scrolling your phone, and you suddenly realize… oh. I’m the backup friend. Defining the “Plan B” Role Not the main…
















