There was a time when a rebound relationship felt like something you whispered to your best friend in a bathroom stall at a bar. Usually with mascara running down your face, one shoe in your hand and the words “Please don’t judge me” hanging in the air. Rebounds belonged to the shadows. They carried a sense of embarrassment or moral failure. You were meant to heal first. You were meant to have a glow-up montage. You were meant to find yourself before you found someone…

