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Episode 3- From gray to vivid color
The next few days passed in that dull, soft-gray way life sometimes does — packed lunches, the same four dinner options, endless laundry cycles like waves smoothing down whatever edges she had left. Sydney felt herself moving through rooms instead of living in them. Little things had started catching in her chest. Her husband leaving…
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Episode 2- The Day They Pretended Not to Fall
The art museum had smelled faintly of old wood and lemon polish that day — quiet enough that their footsteps echoed, loud enough that their laughter felt like rebellion. Sydney remembered walking beside Ryan, shoulder brushing shoulder, both trying to look sophisticated and failing miserably every time they passed something bizarre. Ryan had stood in…
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Episode 1- The Touch Her Body Never Forgot
Sydney and Ryan sat at the bar like they’d known each other for years, even though technically it was only date number two. He had that strange effect on her — like safety wrapped in danger, like someone she shouldn’t trust but somehow did anyway. Conversation flowed easy between them. Laughter came without effort. With…
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“Josh” and “Alice”
I wrote this very short story in 2019… when he and I moved in together. It’s so clearly about he and I, I don’t even remember writing it. She stared out into the darkness as they sat on their hotel balcony. She was sitting next to the man of her dreams but felt lonelier than…
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About last night… reflecting on my last post
After I wrote about not apologizing anymore, I thought of some of the most insane moments of this relationship. It was pre-kids, while we were living together. I remember one of our many fights, probably over nothing. I was probably joking with him, and he got so incredibly angry. This happened often. Things I would…
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No more apologies
When I call him out on his bad behavior he gets angry and will say “how dare you say that. Apologize right now!” He’s done this since we started living together. I used to cry and apologize. I would grovel and try to explain what I meant. I was afraid he’d leave. Now I only…
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A juxtaposition of who I was before and during
I found this in a variety of journals from over the years. This first writing was from 2016, when I was with my ex, the person who should have been my life person. The next is 2-3 years later, with my now husband. We were a few months into our relationship. The fact that I…
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