Bitch Fest Marbella Edition: Your Emotional Support Column

You write it. I bitch it. We heal (sort of).🪩 Welcome to Bitch FestWelcome to Bitch Fest, Marbella’s new emotional support group disguised as a column.Think of me as your slightly judgmental best friend who always tells you the truth, even when you didn’t ask for it.Here’s how this works: you write in with your chaos, your cringe, your “did that really just happen?” moments, and I respond with brutal honesty, affection, and just enough sarcasm to sting.This isn’t therapy. It’s survival with better lighting.Because if there’s one thing we’ve learned, it’s that even under the Spanish sun, the mess still shows up, it just tans better here.💌 Letter 1: “Golden Mile Ghosted”Dear Bitch Fest,I met a man at Nobu. Gorgeous. Divorced. Smelled like Tom Ford and said he splits his time between Marbella and London.He sends voice notes that sound like poetry, but every time he’s “back in London,” I don’t hear from him for a week.He told me he’s not ready for labels, but he texts me every night at 11:11.Is this a sign from the universe or a sign I’m an idiot?, Manifesting but MadDear Manifesting,Oh honey. Oh no. Oh absolutely fucking not.“Splits his time between London...