Because every book has a backstory.
Storytime: How This Chaos Turned Into A Novella
So Boom…
I wrote a whole novella about my ex cheating on me because the situation was so wild it could legit be a Tubi series.
The plot was plotting. The characters were charactering. The delusion had a budget.
It was very muvh the kind where every five minutes you’re like, “ain’t no way this is real,” but it is. Allegedly. There were plot twists. Side characters. A soundtrack. Props. Whole episodes. At some point I realized this wasn’t just a breakup, it was a storyline living rent free in my body.
A full cinematic universe I did not sign up for.
And thats why I wrote it down.
Not for revenge, not for attention, not because I’m still pressed. I wrote it because the story wouldn’t leave me tf alone. It kept replaying itself in my chest like it had unfinished business. And honestly, surviving something that dramatic without turning it into art felt disrespectful to the level of chaos that occurred.
So I gave it a home. I turned it into a novella. I turned it into something I controlled instead of something controlling me.
I didnt write this story because I was heartbroken.
There’s a version of me that stayed too long, tried too hard, and kept choosing “potential” over reality. A version that knew something was off but kept making excuses for the plot. A version that believed love was supposed to hurt if it was real enough.
This book came from the moment I finally said, “No. I deserve better than this storyline.”
And writing this was never about them.
Theres a version of me who didnt know that him leaving was me being released.
She thought that losing him meant losing everything. She didn’t understand that she was finally being freed from something that was quietly breaking her.
This Storytime lives in that moment.
At some point I realized two things:
- I couldn’t make this up if I tried.
- If I had to live through it, I might as well make sure the pain wasn’t free.
So I wrote it all down. And added glitter.
Writing this was never about revenge for me. It was about reclamation. Taking everything I went through, and turning it into a story that I owned. And honestly, it feels good to get it off of my heart and into your hands.
It feels good to say the truth, out loud. Even when it’s ugly. Even when its funny. Even when it’s embarassing. Because it’s MINE. I survived it.
So yeah, that’s how we got here.
Chaos happened. I wrote a book. Healing happened. I told the story. And there’s something about turning my pain into coint, that sits right with my spirit. 😂
Here’s what the people have to say:
“This book had me HOOKED from the first page. It’s a true story, told with so much depth and emotion that it goes WAY beyond the drama. The writing makes you feel like a fly on the wall, watching everything unfold in real time. It’s messy. It’s human. It’s so captivating, that you forget you’re reading a book. I finished it in a day and immediately needed someone to talk to about it. It was impossible to put it down!”
“This book evoked a profound response, ranging from sorrow to indignation on behalf of the protagonist. The author’s genuine emotional investment in the narrative is evident, and I eagerly anticipate future works from this writer.”
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