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  Chapter 11 Dating After the Casperverse: The Manual Written by: Candz — HR Manager of Her Own Heart, Head Bouncer at Club Sanity. Step 0: Mindset Reset Before You Even Touch a Dating App Before you so much as flirt with a barista or swipe right on someone with a dog, you need to clear the Casperverse residue out of your brain. Rules: No “maybe he’s different” energy. Assume they’re  all auditioning  until proven otherwise. Your boundaries are now titanium — they don’t bend for pretty eyes or shared playlists. If your gut so much as  flutters in discomfort , treat it like a fire alarm, not a butterfly. Step 1: Screening Like You’re HR for Your Own Heart Think of yourself as the bouncer at Club Sanity. You have a velvet rope and a guest list that only says:  “Emotionally Safe People Only.” Your Red Flag Radar Now Detects: Love bombing in week one. (“You’re my soulmate” =  You’re my next emotional hostage. ) Mystery emotional wounds that are “too deep to exp...

  Chapter 10  Rebuild or Renovate? Choosing the Life You Actually Want Written by: Candz — Emotional Architect, Contractor of Sanity. You’ve cleared the rubble. You’ve blocked the emotional pest. You’ve repossessed your san ity like a bounty hunter for dignity. Now the question is: Do you rebuild from scratch, or do you renovate what’s already there? Because babe… sometimes the “foundation” is actually just the same cracked emotional concrete that had you living in a metaphorical clown motel. Scene: The Construction Site of My Life I’m standing in the middle of my mental blueprint holding two very different plans: Rebuild: Knock it all down. New mindset, new boundaries, new hobbies, new people. Costs a lot of energy up front but damn is it clean. Renovate: Keep the shell, but rip out the toxic plumbing and emotional asbestos. Upgrade the wiring so my self-worth doesn’t short-circuit every time a man sends a vague “we need to talk” text. Bot...

Chapter 9 Blocked, Blessed, and Emotionally Repossessed — A Celebration Written by: Candz — Landlord of Her Own Peace, Evictor of Ghost Tenants. You ever block someone and feel like you just repossessed your own dignity from a repo man who showed up in emotional cargo shorts? That’s Chapter 9: the part where you collect your stuff, slam the trunk shut, and drive off blasting empowering music because mercy, you earned this victory lap. This chapter is a party for the petty and the peaceful. It’s where the glitter meets the rake — we sweep up the shards of what used to be and plant them in a new garden where no one is allowed to leave passive-aggressive voicemails. Scene: The Digital Knot-Slashing It’s 3:12 p.m. You’re in sweats. The tea’s gone cold. Your phone buzzes — again. You stare. It’s  him , because of course it’s him, delivering a magical combo of begging, vague grandiosity, and one emoji that’s supposed to mean remorse but reads like a threat. You breathe. You think of ever...

  Chapter 8 The Gaslighter’s Guide to Apologies That Say Nothing but Still Make You Cry Written by: Candz — Former Collector of Sorrys, Current Owner of Boundaries. Scene: Me, curled in a hoodie with snacks, rereading a WhatsApp apology that somehow made me feel like  I  owed  him  a f*cking fruit basket for  his  bad behavior. Let me paint you the picture: “I’m really sorry if anything I did made you feel like I was manipulating you. That was never my intention.” Translation:  I 100% did that shit, but here’s a passive-aggressive "if" so you look like the unhinged one for noticing. The Apology Smoothie Recipe: Ingredients: 2 cups of vague remorse 1 heaping spoon of projection A splash of “you’re too emotional Garnish with: ✨emotional whiplash✨ Blend until  you’re gasping for clarity and Googling “Is it still manipulation if they cry when they say it?” Top 5 Gaslighter Apology Tropes: The Conditional Sorry: “I’m sorry  if  you were ...

  Chapter 7   Emotional Origami: Folding Myself Back After Being Crumpled by a Man Who Thinks Tears Are a Personality Written by:  Candz — Paper Swan Turned Fire-Breathing Dragon. You know what’s worse than being gaslit? Being gaslit  and  told you’re “too sensitive” while your ex throws a tantrum because you didn’t respond with a paragraph when he sent a sad song at 2 a.m. that h e  thought  symbolized his deep pain—but was actually just Coldplay’s  Fix You  for the 900th time. Welcome to Chapter 7 of  Surviving the Casperverse- Chair 2 Saga,  aka:  Crafting your way out of the chaos with sarcasm, glitter, and a glue gun of boundary-setting. Let’s unpack it. Red Flags I Turned Into Pinterest Projects: He said:  “You don’t get me.” I heard:   I don’t get myself but I need you to pretend I do so I can feel emotionally deep without doing any work. He said:  “You always twist my words.” I heard:   You caught me...

  Chapter 6 The Group Chat Nobody Survived: Lamp, Chair 3 & Table Tammy Get Into It By Chair 2 — Moderator of Mayhem & Arbiter of Aesthetic Order When I said I needed support, I meant therapy — not a group chat with furniture that’s one flicker away from a nervous breakdown. But alas, the time came. The texts started flying. The emojis were aggressive. The  Home Goods Gone Wild  group chat was born.  And no one made it out emotionally stable. Meet the Chat: Chaos in Upholstery Form Chair 2  (Me): Reclaimed, empowered, and deeply over everyone’s sh*t. Chair 3 : Still thinks “vibes” are a valid relationship model. Lamp with Trust Issues : Flickers every time someone says “we need to talk.” Table Tammy : Flat, fierce, and done cleaning up after emotional spills. Chat Excerpt: 8:13 PM Chair 3 : “Can we stop acting like I’m the villain?” Table Tammy : “You were literally there when he texted Dani. On me. While crying.” Lamp :  emits a low buzz of judgmen...

Chapter 5 Chair 3 Tries to Speak: A Response No One Asked For By Chair 2 — Calm, Centered, and Ready to Roast I was sipping my eucalyptus tea in peace, recording an episode of  Unseated: The Podcast , when I got the alert. Chair 3 posted a Notes app statement. Captioned:  “This is my truth.” You know it's gonna be pure delulu when the furniture starts dropping unsolicited memoirs. Chair 3’s Statement Highlights: Let’s break this mess down together. Annotated for your sanity. Chair 3: “I was pulled into a situation I didn’t understand.” Translation: I knew he was cheating, but the lighting was soft and he called me "sacred." Chair 3: “Chair 2 was always insecure about their role.” Okay, b*tch. I  held it down  through every breakdown, betrayal, and blackout. You couldn’t even survive a 10-minute monologue about inner child healing without collapsing sideways. Chair 3:  “I was used as a rebound. A placeholder. A metaphor for moving on.” No, Chair 3 You were...

  Chapter 4 Unseated: The Podcast, the Merch, the Movement” By Chair 2 — Speaker of Truth, Survivor of Ghosts, CEO of My Damn Space Welcome to Unseated™ , the podcast where I, Chair 2, take the mic — because let’s be honest: I’ve heard enough from sad boys in trackpants. If you’ve ever: Been ghosted while sitting next to a man who swears he’s “deep” Held up a situationship with nothing but emotional lumbar support Been replaced by  Chair 3 , a barstool with commitment issues This show is for you . Episode 1: “Spiritual but Still Trash” I sit down with Lamp with Trust Issues — a mood lighting icon who once overheard a full love triangle unfold during load-shedding. Topics include: Why “vibes” aren’t a personality What to do when a man starts crying into your lampshade Forgiveness vs. power-saving mode Episode 2: “Recliner Rita Tells All” Recliner Rita (queen of boundaries and orthopedic support) shares how she went from trauma-dump furniture to full-time throne. She...

  Chapter 3 Reclaimed Wood, Reclaimed Worth: My Life After Leaving the Chaos Trunk By Chair 2 — No Longer Your Seat, Now Your Standard W hen you’ve been emotionally sat on by a man who thinks quoting Rumi excuses ghosting, you don’t just heal…  You  evolve . Post-Breakup, Post-Breakdown, Post-Basic Furniture After that IKEA parking lot showdown — where I heroically yeeted myself into freedom — Candz gave me a new life. I got: Sanded down (to remove the emotional residue of Casper’s butt) Reupholstered (in boundary fabric) Smudged with sage (3 rounds, just in case he used the word “soul tie” again) And when it was all done, she looked at me and said: “You’re not a chair anymore. You’re a f*cking throne.” I almost cried. If I had tear ducts My New Life Routine These days, I don’t carry emotional weight. I carry  style . I carry  stability . I carry  Candz’s favorite coffee cup and a candle labeled “Peace, Not Paragraphs.” Here’s my schedule now: Time Cha...