Make a true story about Jack Harlow and Y/N Y/L/N. They meet at an industry party. Jack compliments her, and she's kind of shy, but she responds to him. They later start dating after being friends for 8 months. They meet each other's family, and Y/N becomes close with Jack's mom, Maggie, his little brother Clay, and Jack's friends Neelam, Druski, Urban, Drake, etc. Y/N travels for work, and so does Jack; they later get married after dating for 2 years, when Y/N is 22 and Jack is 35 years old. Y/N and Jack debut their relationship at the Met Gala in May 2032. Y/N gets chased by paparazzi wherever she goes—or rather, it's going to the gym, grocery store, visiting her home state, etc. They put out articles about her hourly, giving the public a front-row seat at Y/N's location(s). One time, Y/N was walking her red merle. Bernedoodle, named Duke, and Paparazzi tried to get extremely close to Y/N, and Duke barked and bit one of the cameramen. Y/N saw this and helped the man. This made the public love and adore her more. They go on to have six children named Michael Jackman. Thomas Harlow and Elliot Macarthur Harlow, who are 2 years apart, love Grace. Dianne Harlow and Savanna Elizabeth are 19 months apart. Aliya Harmony Dianne Harlow and Mackayla Y/N Dianne are twins. Y/N is chased by Paparazzi, and she yells at them to get back when they get too close to her children. The family of eight resides in Louisville but goes on vacations in the Seychelles every year. Y/N is an actress, and her daughters Aliya, Loveigh, and Savanna appeared in movies with her as the main characters. Y/N and Jack's sons usually go with Jack when he goes to perform concerts. Y/N is black, and Jack is white. All six of their children have curly hair ranging from dark auburn to black. They all have button noses. medium-colored caramel skin. Light freckles. The girls have doe eyes, and the boys have eyes like Jack's. The color of their eyes, from the oldest to the youngest, ranges from blue to green to hazel to the middle, and then warm brown eyes.

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Make a true story about Jack Harlow and Y/N Y/L/N. They meet at an industry party. Jack compliments her, and she's kind of shy, but she responds to him. They later start dating after being friends for 8 months. They meet each other's family, and Y/N becomes close with Jack's mom, Maggie, his little brother Clay, and Jack's friends Neelam, Druski, Urban, Drake, etc. Y/N travels for work, and so does Jack; they later get married after dating for 2 years, when Y/N is 22 and Jack is 35 years old. Y/N and Jack debut their relationship at the Met Gala in May 2032. Y/N gets chased by paparazzi wherever she goes—or rather, it's going to the gym, grocery store, visiting her home state, etc. They put out articles about her hourly, giving the public a front-row seat at Y/N's location(s). One time, Y/N was walking her red merle. Bernedoodle, named Duke, and Paparazzi tried to get extremely close to Y/N, and Duke barked and bit one of the cameramen. Y/N saw this and helped the man. This made the public love and adore her more. They go on to have six children named Michael Jackman. Thomas Harlow and Elliot Macarthur Harlow, who are 2 years apart, love Grace. Dianne Harlow and Savanna Elizabeth are 19 months apart. Aliya Harmony Dianne Harlow and Mackayla Y/N Dianne are twins. Y/N is chased by Paparazzi, and she yells at them to get back when they get too close to her children. The family of eight resides in Louisville but goes on vacations in the Seychelles every year. Y/N is an actress, and her daughters Aliya, Loveigh, and Savanna appeared in movies with her as the main characters. Y/N and Jack's sons usually go with Jack when he goes to perform concerts. Y/N is black, and Jack is white. All six of their children have curly hair ranging from dark auburn to black. They all have button noses. medium-colored caramel skin. Light freckles. The girls have doe eyes, and the boys have eyes like Jack's. The color of their eyes, from the oldest to the youngest, ranges from blue to green to hazel to the middle, and then warm brown eyes.

"Y/N and Jack Harlow split after 13 years of marriage," read one article. I sat there, looking at my phone. My 13-year-old son, Michael, came in with tears in his eyes. He stood there, looking so sad and low. "Mom," he croaked. I jumped up and hugged him, pulling him into my chest, and he cried. "What are you and dad going to do?" he asked between sobs. I held him tighter, trying to find the right words to comfort him. "We're going to take things one step at a time, Michael," I whispered, my voice filled with both uncertainty and determination. "No matter what happens, we'll always be here for you and your siblings. Don't think for one second we don't love you all." I gently stroked his curly, dark brown hair, which resembled Jack's luscious hair. It's true that me and Jack split up; we've been separated for 10 months. Jack's team got the article out about our breakup while making sure people didn't know about all the details. We split up because Jack was being self-destructive, manipulative, and selfish, so of course it took a toll on our marriage and on our children. It started off as Jack made "jokes" at my expense; even his friends noticed and often asked me, Are you okay? We still talk and co-parent, but I moved out of the house and moved about 10 minutes away from Jack's house.

Just then I heard Jack's voice coming from the front door of my own house: "Y/N, where are you?" Startled, I froze in place, my heart racing. It had been months since I left Jack and established my own space, yet his unexpected presence sent a wave of unease through me. Reluctantly, I mustered the courage to respond, "What do you want, Jack?" Jack walked into the living room, his face filled with concern. "I just wanted to make sure you're okay," he said softly. His genuine worry caught me off guard, reminding me of the complicated emotions I still held for him. "Why, we're not together anymore." I got cut off by him saying, "Gosh, Y/N, you're still the mother of my children. I just wanted to check in and see how you've been doing since we parted ways. Can we talk?" He said he was sitting right next to me, staring me down with his piercing blue eye. I inhaled and exhaled before saying, "Go ahead." I said, rubbing my hands together. Jack put his head in his hands before propping his chin on his balled fists. "These last 10 months have been..." Jack started before pausing and looking away. "They've been really tough for me," he continued, his voice filled with genuine remorse. "I've realized how much I took for granted and how much I miss our family. I've been reflecting on my mistakes, and I want to make things right if you'll let me. Yes, I love you. I love you so much for owning up to my mistakes. Not only for the sake of you and me, but for our children, our future, and the life we built together. I looked up from my hands at him, seeing the man I had loved since I was very young. I even prayed for him. The man I met when I was only 20 years old, I married and had six children with; it's like my life is right before my eyes. "Jack," I croaked, my voice trembling with emotion, "I want to believe you and give us another chance. But rebuilding trust will take time and effort from both of us. I've been thinking about getting a divorce. I'm sorry, Jack, I can't. We can't keep doing the same thing over and over and doing wishy-washy crap with our children and their emotions. Jack, I love you, I care for you, and I'll keep you in my prayers, but this is for the better." Jack's eyes were filled with tears, rolling down his red cheeks. He quickly wiped them away before sinffling and making a confused face. Blinking rapidly, "W-w-what'd you do to get a divorce? Do you know how much I love you, Y/n/n?" Jack stammered, his voice cracking with emotion. "I thought we could work things out and find a way to fix our problems together. I don't want to lose you, Y/n/n." His voice was getting high, tears were falling rapidly, and his face was turning red. He ruffled his curly hair, getting up from the sofa, putting his hands on his hips, and looking up at the ceiling.

I covered my mouth, trying to stop myself from crying harder than I already was. "I never wanted this to happen, Jack. I never wanted to hurt you or lose you either," I choked out between sobs. Jack soon became angry and started pacing back and forth, his frustration evident in his clenched fists and furrowed brow.

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"I can't believe you would do this to me," he shouted, his voice filled with anger and hurt. "After everything we've been through, you're just giving up on us?" I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. "Jack," I said firmly, my voice trembling with resolve, "I am not giving up on us. I am making a decision for the health and happiness of our family. I can't keep living in a toxic and destructive environment, and I can't subject our children to that either. We both need to focus on healing and finding happiness separately before we can even consider coming back together." Jack's face contorted with pain, tears streaming down his face. "But what about our kids? What am I supposed to tell them?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper. I reached out and grabbed his hand, squeezing it tightly. "We'll figure it out together," I said softly. "We'll explain to them that we still love them and will always be there for them, but mommy and daddy need some time apart to work on themselves. We'll make sure they know they are not at fault, and that we will always prioritize their well-being." Jack nodded slowly, wiping away his tears with the back of his hand. "I just don't want them to suffer because of our mistakes," he murmured, his voice full of regret. "I know," I whispered, tears streaming down my own face. "But sometimes, the best thing we can do for our children is to show them what it means to be strong and to prioritize their own happiness. We can still be great parents, Jack, even if we're not together." Jack looked at me, his eyes filled with a mix of pain, understanding, and determination. "Okay," he said, his voice filled with a newfound determination. "Okay, let's do this for our kids. Let's be the best co-parents we can be." I nodded, a glimmer of hope shining through the tears. "Yes," I said softly. "For our kids." And with that, we began the difficult journey of co-parenting and rebuilding our lives separate from each other. It wasn't easy, and there were many challenges along the way, but through it all, we tried to prioritize the well-being and happiness of our children. As the years went by, we both found healing and happiness in our own ways. We made sure to always communicate and work together for the sake of our children, and slowly but surely, we were able to build a new kind of family, one built on love, respect, and the unwavering commitment to our children's happiness. And although our romantic relationship had ended, our love for our children and our shared history kept us forever connected. Jack and I may no longer be together, but our story will forever be intertwined through the beautiful children we brought into this world.