Modern lovers are trapped in ‘chalta hai’ relationships. Breakups are a lost art

W e don’t break up as much as we should. For a generation obsessed with self-care, we’re astonishingly committed to self-sabotage. The modern lovers have an exhaustive list of icks—yawning, snoring, breathing, existing—but somehow still spend years trying to fix the unfixables in the ir partner. Is it not wild that we end up making someone the sun of our universe while knowing full well we’re just a side quest in theirs? So much for all the boundary setting and red flag cataloguing.

In the museum of modern breakups, exhibits are red flags—so obvious that they glow in the dark, and are still ignored by one or more people involved. Women, with their sixth sense, aka female intuition, keep hearing an internal announcement: “Leave this man.” And we hit snooze every time. We final