
Can’t name it? Redzia can
Describe what happened in your own words. Redzia suggests a flag, tells you why in a sentence and picks a weight you can change with one tap.
Every time he messes up, it goes in the cup. When it overflows, you’re out of excuses.

Ghosting, hot and cold, “nothing serious” four months in. Drop a ready-made flag into the cup with one tap, or add your own in seconds.

Every red flag means a new band-aid, bruise or stitch. Green flags heal her. You see how much you’ve put up with before you’re ready to admit it to yourself.
“A black eye, babe. That’s not normal.”
Cross your limit and the cup spills over. Redzia tells it straight: he’s not the one for you. Close the chapter with your head held high, or give him one last chance. No judgment.


Describe what happened in your own words. Redzia suggests a flag, tells you why in a sentence and picks a weight you can change with one tap.

Every flag lands on a timeline, a separate one for each guy. Next time you catch yourself making excuses for him, it’s all there in black and white.
Saint, normal or zero tolerance. You decide how much you’ll take before the cup overflows.
Remembered a date that matters? A green flag drains some bitterness and heals Redzia. Fair both ways.
“Jake from Tinder”, “Ben from the gym”. No real names, photos or profiles.
A closed chapter stays in your history as proof that you made it through.

For three months I told myself he was just busy. The cup overflowed in two weeks.
I logged “k.” as a minor one. A month later Redzia had a black eye and I finally opened mine.
I showed my best friend the file. She read it and just said: well, there’s your answer.