Gone Mom: The Disappearance of Jennifer Dulos

"Don't be a doormat to anyone" is what my dad always said.

I'm changing my life.

Doing what's best for me.

Living my own life my own way.

You have to be the hero of your own story,

my dear Blog readers.

I know, I know, I sound like the poor little rich girl

complaining about a life that most people dream of.

But most people aren't married to him.

She hasn't shown up for any of her appointments today.

No one's seen her or heard from her all day long.

Yes, yes, that's correct officer.

And, and, and she's going through

an incredibly nasty divorce with a man who's been,

he's threatened her

and he's been violent towards her in the past.

Yeah, this is the mother of five young kids.

Reporter: Mother of five, Jennifer Dulos,

has mysteriously vanished from her Connecticut home.

Jennifer's family says the devoted mother,

would " never ever disappear

"when she is responsible for the lives

"of five loving and energetic children."

Detective Perez: "...But most people aren't married to him."

Hmm.

Did Jennifer ever express to you

any concerns she might be in danger?

Yeah, it's a nasty divorce.

She's scared of him.

Him? As in her husband?

Yeah. Fotis.

She felt threatened.

I, I don't think she ever would've predicted he...

Jennifer's an optimist.

She always has been.

At least as long as I've known her,

and we go way back.

I keep thinking you're going to point at me and yell "gotcha!"

This is no joke.

In less than one week I will be a Coloradan.

Or is it Coloradian?

Coloradist?

Whichever.

You really going to leave me all alone?

Who am I going to hit art galleries with?

Who's going to come with me to The Hamptons?

Oh, you'll survive.

I give it a month.

How are you even going to fall asleep

without the soothing blare of car horns all night long?

I gotta do this Audrey, okay?

This city is too distracting.

I mean, there's got to be something more.

What's my purpose here?

So you're on a grand quest for meaning?

Is that the thrust?

I think it's about time, don't you?

Okay.

But Colorado?

I need the fresh air and the sunlight, okay?

No parties, no clubs,

I'll just be forced to sit and write.

I get it.

I'm just going to miss you.

-I love you. -Oh, I love you.

-I'll be fine. -I know.

Last chance to say "gotcha".

Audrey: She was right though.

Colorado was exactly what she needed.

She finally started her novel, she found her voice.

And that's also where she found him.

Fotis Dulos?

You won't remember me,

but one night I sprayed you with a mouthful of beer

at a Halloween dorm party when we were both at Brown.

You're going to have to be more specific.

Jennifer Farber.

I'm so sorry, I had never done a beer bong before.

It's great to see you.

You look incredible.

Oh, thank you.

You're holding up well yourself.

Well.

What are you doing in Colorado?

I live here now.

What about you?

What brings you to my neck of the woods?

Oh, I'm, I'm just here for a ski weekend

with a bunch of friends.

Oh fun.

Are you here the whole weekend?

It was a chance meeting.

One of those things that can change your life forever.

But of course, at the time you have no idea.

So you're a professional water skier?

Mmmhmm.

And quite successful.

Yes. But I'm more interested in you.

I still can't believe that no man

has found his way into your heart.

I'm open.

I've just been living the life of a recluse lately.

Well, that's too bad.

No, it's great.

I've been productive.

Yes, your book.

I'd love to read it.

Uh, well, I'm not quite finished with it.

But you're close.

I've written 500 pages.

Tolstoy.

No, no, that was his halfway mark.

I'm only on chapter 3.

You could say I'm a little adrift.

Finished your play?

One act that ran a grand total of three performances.

On a New York stage.

Now how many people can say that?

That's true. I'll admit that.

You're much more impressive

than you give yourself credit for, Jennifer Farber.

How did you possibly get by me in college?

Oh, I know a rogue when I see one.

Well...

Here is to chance meetings.

Wow.

So this is what adrift gets you.

Well, I do get a little help from my mom and dad.

Sounds good to me.

I can rationalize being subsidized

as long as I'm being productive.

What is it they do, your parents?

My Dad's a banker.

Really?

Does he own the bank?

Kinda.

And um, how many bedrooms?

Three.

But I only need one.

We definitely should've dated in college.

I would never have graduated if we did.

Okay.

I release you.

Oh, um, I'm in no hurry.

You are under no obligation to stay.

Besides, don't you have an early day tomorrow?

I can just as easily wake up early here as at the hotel.

We live half a country apart.

This was fun.

There's no reason to pretend it's anything

other than what it is.

I'm glad I ran into you.

Maybe we can run into each other again.

Audrey: She was sure she'd never hear from him again.

That's how it goes with chance encounters.

Audrey: One thing I didn't miss was losing to you

every time on the squash court.

Jennifer: I call that payback

for you gloating about me moving back to New York.

I wasn't gloating so much as rubbing your face in it.

Look, I considered it all evolution for me.

Colorado taught me everything I needed to learn.

Enlighten me.

Solitude and fresh air suck.

So now that you've finally come to your senses,

are you ready to get back into the New York dating scene?

Yeah. Maybe.

Do you have somebody in mind?

I do.

He's a little bit older, ridiculously smart,

ridiculously handsome.

My god, what's wrong with him?

Nothing. He's an old family friend.

Just won't be available for another four months.

Three with good behavior.

You've got to be kidding me.

He made a stupid mistake.

In most states it's not even a crime.

Totally white collar.

That is a firm no, Audrey.

I'd grab him for myself if I was still single.

Look, I am 35 but I am not desperate.

Okay. Sorry, sorry, sorry.

So, what are your plans now that you're back in civilization?

You know, the usual.

Finish the great American novel.

Once that's out of the way, in between talk shows

I'll meet the perfect non-incarcerated man.

The Dalai Lama will officiate the wedding.

Nothing too big.

Then three kids, international acclaim,

and, I guess, immortality?

I mean, I haven't really given it that much thought.