Situationships aren't meant to last babe...

I feel like we're stuck in a giant digital diary where everyone is exploring their love life, their identity, their sexuality… and most importantly, their talent for ignoring red flags. Lately the trending topic has been the heart-throbbing, soul-fluttering, sanity-draining phenomenon known as: situationships.

If you’re unfamiliar, a situationship is when you're seeing someone, but you're not official, you’re not exclusive and honestly you’re not even sure if you’re dating or just… sharing vibes and bodily fluids BUT, please—don’t confuse it with being a f*ck buddy.

Situationships come with emotional damage and delusion. I know. It’s confusing. And exhausting. Like assembling IKEA furniture with no instructions. Here’s my experience with a situationship, why I actually cherished it and what I think people get wrong about them. The purpose of a situationship is to last for a moment, not a lifetime. It’s a snack, not the whole meal. A summer fling, not a mortgage. Where people mess up is trying to turn that moment of bliss into a forever feeling and that, my dear, is not the point.

A situationship usually finds you after your heart has been dragged through the mud, spun in a blender and lightly seasoned with trauma. Eventually, during your healing journey, you meet someone who checks every box. They’re attentive, loving, ego-boosting, caring, nurturing and typically a certified specialist in the bedroom. These people, these little situational angels, give you what the person you begged for years couldn’t give you on their best day.

And we? We get swept up. Floating. Delulu. Planning wedding colors for someone we technically cannot even label. Babe… it was never supposed to be forever. It was supposed to be a short-lived reminder that you weren’t asking for too much. But then we start romanticizing and—boom—there goes our peace.

Because they do everything right. They feed your delusion with hope. They say cute little things that spark butterflies. They buy you gifts, maybe even a ring (yes, chaos). They listen, they validate, they show up in ways your ex couldn’t even spell. And while we’re busy swooning, we miss the red flags. Massive, waving-in-the-wind, Target-red flags that healed us would’ve blocked instantly.

Eventually the blinders are removed and you take inventory. Shortly after the shame wave hits like a surprise FaceTime. You realize you were never the one you were only a moment and they happily cum-dumped their trauma on you and didn't bother to get a rag afterwards.

For me, I was exhausted being someone’s emotional support human. Someone once told me, “People come back to you because you feel like home. You’re safe.” And listen—I don’t want to be anyone’s emotional Airbnb. That “compliment” was actually an eye-opener to how much I’d let people take advantage of my love, my kindness and my abilities. And the person who said it? Eventually drained me like an iPhone on 1% with 42 apps open.

Situationships, surprisingly, play an important role in your healing journey. For me, I cherished it because it was reaffirming and perfect for the moment. THIS is where I learned the power of "no," boundaries and so much more. It's a good reminder of the following quote: "You were placed in their life to show them unconditional love—while they’re placed in yours to teach you self-love," - From I Have No Idea <3 Eb