Rethinkography: The Rusted Stopper You Call Love

Imagine a rusted door stopper. It once had a purpose: to hold, to protect, to absorb pressure. Now it just sits there—decayed, irrelevant, and fused into its own decay. It’s not holding anything back anymore. It’s holding you back.

That image? It’s your relationship.
Yes—your long-term, silent, dead-eyed emotional contract you call “partnership”.

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