This Isn’t a Highlight Reel. This Is Me Rising in Real Time.

I’m building multiple businesses while healing from emotional manipulation. I’m showing up online while being disrespected behind closed doors.

I’m raising children while grieving the version of me that stayed small to keep the peace.
I’m showing up online while being disrespected behind closed doors.

This isn’t curated. This is survival turned sacred.
This is the truth of what it looks like when a woman decides to choose herself in real time.
Even when it hurts.
Even when it’s messy.
Even when no one claps for her.

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I live with the man I had to emotionally detach from just to stay sane.
And he’s using every moment of shared space, every family outing,
every ounce of access to spin the story:

“She left me and the kids to go hang out. To go chase attention. To go be free.”

But what he doesn't say is that:

• I went to Bali to heal the parts of me I was never allowed to feel.

• I went to New York to host a vision I created from the ground up.

• I went to Los Angeles to speak my truth on stages that women like me don’t always get to stand on.

Yes, I travel.
Yes, I’m meeting new people.
But I’m also building something that matters.
And doing it with a heart that’s been torn open and stitched back together over and over again.

He plays the role of “family man” in front of others,
but behind the scenes?
He’s teaching our children that it’s okay to ignore their mother’s voice.
That boundaries don’t matter.
That softness is weakness.

He buys them junk food while I teach them wellness.
He tears down routines I work hard to maintain.
He punishes me by taking them without notice just because I no longer give him control.

And still I keep showing up.

I show up even when I’m tired.
Even when I want to scream.
Even when I feel like I’m drowning in decisions I didn’t ask to make.

Because I know what I’m doing now
will shape the way my children define love, safety and self-worth later.

They may not understand it yet,
but one day they’ll see:

“My mother didn’t leave us.
She led us.
She showed us what freedom looks like when you fight for it.”

This post isn’t for sympathy.
It’s for the women who’ve been gaslit into silence.
For the mothers judged for choosing themselves.
For the leaders who are still being called “selfish” for wanting more.

You are not selfish.
You are not dramatic.
You are not abandoning anyone.

You are breaking cycles that no one else was brave enough to touch.

And that is something sacred.

— Jennifer