He Spent a Year Paying a Doctor to Write Down a Fragile, Unstable Version of Me That Didn’t Exist — So When He Finally Set Me Aside, the Whole World Would Believe I’d Simply Come Apart on My Own

Sabrina’s son.

His son.

I lay in that dim room and the last five years rearranged themselves around me like furniture in the dark.

Every late night he’d said was studio time.

Every trip I hadn’t been invited on.

The way his phone was always face-down, always.

While I had been planning a wedding and choosing flowers and believing myself the center of a love story, there had been a whole other family living in the shadows — a woman and a little boy, hidden away by the same machine that had polished Christian into a star.

I had thought I was his future.