⚠️ Trigger / Trauma Disclaimer: This episode includes references to emotional manipulation, poly-style dynamics, workplace sexism, police harassment, incarceration, and the quiet unraveling of a relationship that once felt like home. Sexual situations are mentioned, but nothing explicit.

If you’re in a confusing relationship or carrying fresh heartbreak, listen gently. Take breaks if you need to. You’re not alone.

Everything shared reflects my personal experiences and memories. Events are described to the best of my recollection and supported by documentation where applicable. Some names, timelines, or identifying details may be adjusted for privacy and safety.

Bismillāh ir-Raḥmān ir-Raḥīm 🌿

Some chapters don’t feel like a love story or a disaster — they feel like a fever dream you survived.

Episode 6 is the season where my life blended Pretty Little Liars–level manipulation with Hustle & Flow grit, and somehow I was still trying to pretend it was stability.

From April 2020 to November 2020, Will and I found our rhythm again. Business picked up, routines settled, and—for a moment—we felt like “us” again. His attorney reassured us over and over that the probation revocation would be reversed, that he would likely just be reinstated, that justice would prevail because the arrest never should have happened in the first place.

I believed it.

He believed it.

And for the first time in a long time, hope didn’t feel delusional.

But the good didn’t come without the messy.

Crystal was still running her anonymous-text circus like she was starring in season 210 of PLL. I was using the dark web like I had an FBI internship. Will was juggling “camps” and trying to keep the peace. And I was bending myself into every shape trauma told me would make me worthy.

We were doing deliveries together, laughing, fighting, healing, running a household, raising kids, and acting like the world wasn’t about to crack open under our feet.

Because underneath all the hustle and all the flow — we were both scared.

He of being hurt again.

Me of being abandoned again.

And even though neither of us said it out loud, we both felt the clock ticking.

This episode isn’t just about a relationship.

It’s about the quiet panic before a life-altering collapse.

The way neurodivergent attachment makes shifts feel like earthquakes.

And the way a woman can convince herself she’s strong “because she’s managing everything,” when really she’s just surviving on fumes and adrenaline.

This part of my story is messy, raw, and complicated — but it mattered.

Because it pushed me toward a version of myself I didn’t even know existed yet.

With endless duʿāʾ and gratitude,

RebekahAnn 🌿

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