Welcome to Just Break Up the podcast about love, heartbreak, and all the relationship advice you don't want to hear.

My name is Sierra Demolder.

And I'm Sam Blackwell.

And today, we're going to answer a letter from somebody who's stuck in limbo with an ex that left her on red.

But before we begin, we just want to give you our Surgeon General's warning, which is that

Cere and I are not licensed mental health practitioners.

No, we are not professionals.

We are not trained in any of this.

We are just too bumbling 30-something-year-olds.

I'm going to say that as long as I can for the next couple months.

With English degrees, I'm going to say that for the rest of my life.

And we are not professionals.

We are not trained in this.

So please take our advice as you see fit in your life, as a supplement, if you will.

We are only here to offer our humble musings to hopefully shed some understanding and maybe

some laps about the incredibly rewarding, but mostly confusing experience that is love. But it's Monday. So before we dive

into today's letter, we're going to check in quickly on a check in topic. What am I saying?

How am I describing this right now? We're going to talk about a quick check-in topic first. There we go.

Sure.

Today's check-in topic is inspired by a letter from Amber, whose pronouns her, she, her, who is writing to us from intimacy confused in Wisconsin. And Amber writes, I know this could easily be a loaded topic, and maybe you've covered it before.

In romantic relationships, how do we define intimacy?

I know most people think of sexual things right away, but I think it involves conversation, daily little things, and so much more that I hope you'll launch into here.

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