“How to Incorporate Self-Care When Mr. Butterfingers Fumbles You"

You gave your time, your energy, your affection. You showed up, held it down, and thought, “Maybe this time, it’s different. "But then — just like that — Mr. Butterfingers dropped the ball. Again.

Whether it was ghosting, breadcrumbing, or simply not rising to the occasion, the sting of disappointment can feel heavy. But sis, here’s the shift: You are not broken — he just fumbled someone divine. And now, it’s time to center you.

Here’s how to turn that dropped ball into a glow-up:

1. Feel It, Then Free It

Give yourself permission to feel the feels — anger, confusion, sadness, even relief. Let the tears fall if they must. But don’t set up camp there. Feel it, acknowledge it, and don’t let it define your worth.

2. Unfollow, Mute, Release

Protect your peace. If seeing his socials disrupts your healing, unfollow without guilt. Delete the thread. Block if necessary. This is digital self-care. Silence the noise so you can hear yourself again.

3. Pour Back into You

Remember that list of things you put on hold while entertaining Mr. Inconsistent? Pick it back up. Return to your goals, your passions, your people. Start that class. Plan that trip. Reconnect with joy.

4. Indulge in Daily Rituals

Self-care doesn’t have to be grand. It’s in the details:

• Morning affirmations while you sip your tea

• Nighttime skincare to love on your face and spirit

• Journaling your emotions instead of texting him

These small acts are daily declarations: “I choose me.”

5. Rebuild Your Boundaries

Use the experience as data, not defeat. Ask yourself: "What did I ignore?” What did I need but didn’t express?” How will I protect my peace going forward?”

Growth is the ultimate revenge — and you’re leveling up.

6. Surround Yourself with Soul-Full People

Call your tribe. Let them love on you, laugh with you, remind you of who you are. Healing in community is powerful, and sisterhood is sacred.

7. Celebrate the Dodge

Let’s be real — if he couldn’t handle you, he wasn’t ready for you. And that’s a blessing in disguise. The universe just cleared your path. The fumble wasn’t your fault; it was your freedom.

So, here’s your reminder, queen: You are still worthy. Still magic. Still whole. Don’t lose yourself because someone else didn’t know how to hold you.

Let him drop the ball. You pick up your crown.