Tag: writing
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You thought you could Dim me- a poem
First of all, I have never written poetry. Never. Last night as I was drifting off to sleep o started saying these lines and I knew I’d have to sit up and write them down before full falling asleep otherwise they’d be gone forever. this morning I woke and finished the last stanza. You Thought…
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I deserve a life that doesn’t hurt (author’s post)
I have been using ChatGPT a lot to plan my future. Finances, finding attorneys, creating scripts for bad situations my husband puts myself or kids in. Even analyzing text messages or what he says or does to ground me in reality. It’s been insanely helpful. This morning I almost felt guilty for all this planning.…
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Life is funny sometimes (author post)
I climbed on my Peloton treadmill tonight (yes, I know that’s the whitest mom shit I’ve ever said but it’s who I am. I own that). My name on there is Fittestbyforty. I turn 38 in January… I giggled to myself because now my goal is #divorcedbyforty. I guess the goals could be one in…
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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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