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Episode 4- The Kiss that Stopped Her World
Sydney always remembered the night it finally happened — not because it was wild or reckless, but because it was inevitable. A slow slide into gravity neither of them resisted anymore. They stood outside her apartment after date number three. The air was cool, the street quiet, city lights blurring in the distance like they…
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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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“You can be a single mom and do it yourself.”
This is what he said to me a couple weeks ago when I told him he needed to respect our oldest son after repeatedly interrupting him and talking over him. Yes, that was his extreme reaction to being told to respect another human and not treat him as property. So I’m changing directions and methods.…
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Her Quiet Escape 