Let me set the scene: I was minding my soft girl business, healing, sipping lemon water, and blocking folks like my peace depended on it because it did. Then boom. “Hey stranger.” The audacity typed in two words. I should’ve ignored it. But I didn’t. And now? His drama is my content. And sis, the receipts are tokenized. I warned him. I said, “One day you gon’ fumble me so hard, I’ll monetize the heartbreak.” He laughed. Thought I was joking. But here we are, his toxic texts, our situationship...