receipts read

This is not a memoir. Nobody is asking you to take sides.

The messages are real. The names are not. The narrative between them is written by an AI that only knows what's been said — never what comes next. Every layer of this project is labeled: what's verbatim, what's imagined, and where the line is.

Two people. Eleven years. The slow accumulation of everything that goes unsaid between the notifications — addiction, infidelity, financial ruin, the quiet erosion of two people who once chose each other. This is what the record shows.

Three months into the marriage.

Names changed. Timestamps real. Everything else — exactly as it was sent.

a note from the source

This is my story. I'm not going to tell you my name.

The divorce is still pending. The debt is real — six figures of legal fees, an overdrawn account, and three kids who deserve better than what we've been able to give them while stuck in this.

I built this because the record deserves to be heard. And because the real people behind these characters need help getting to the other side.