No matter how hot she is, there is a dude somewhere who is sick of her shit.
SOLUTION
The Bitch Bible is a peer-distributed field manual transmitted laterally through male social networks in the immediate post-relationship recovery window, typically within 72 hours of the final text exchange and before the recipient has eaten a real meal. The document is not published. The document has no author of record. The document has always existed and has always been passed to the next guy by the previous guy who also received it from the guy before him, suggesting either an infinite regress of heartbreak or a distribution network of considerable operational maturity. The Bible does not contain scripture. It contains observations. The observations are delivered in the tone of a man who has seen things, processed nothing, and arrived at certainty anyway. Chapters include: identifying early warning signs in retrospect, the taxonomy of excuses that turned out to be accurate, a field guide to behaviors that were always there, and a closing section titled 'You're Not Crazy' which the recipient reads four times and which does not help as much as it should. The Bible is not anti-women. The Bible is pro-pattern-recognition, which is a distinction the Bible itself makes in the foreword, which every recipient skips. It is passed man to man, usually at a bar, usually on a Thursday, usually by someone who still checks her Instagram. The Bible is aware of this. The Bible does not comment on it.