Oof. That Le Monde piece hit a nerve. I’ve done that road trip- the kind where one person is chasing connection and the other just wants to zone out in front of Netflix. It's funny how 500 miles in a car can teach you more than six months of dating ever could. You think you’re just packing snacks and playlists, but really you’re about to find out how someone handles boredom, disagreement, and the brutal honesty of being together 24/7.
I wonder how many of us have had a breakup quietly begin somewhere between exit signs and gas station coffee. Anyone else ever call it quits mid-vacation?
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